perfect posture

Priya has put the pot
On her head … & left it there
Oh why is she doing this
Poor girl she’s hardly said boo
To me or anyone the 3 days
She’s been travelling with us
& now this strange attention
Seeking behaviour from nowhere
I hope she’s not feeling
Left out &/

                /Wait what’s going on
This is weird. She’s walking round
Picking up things. With her toes.
The pot still, unmoving, as if glued
On her head. We all start watching
Intently as she kicks Ben’s apple
Core upwards & wiggles her neck
catches it in the pot. Despite our
cautionary silence. We all cheer.
Now she’s dancing. Russian squat
Irish River. Twerking. Flossing.
The pot a part of her as much as her hair.

But the best thing — her eyes glow
In the firelight & she’s grinning like a tiger