"We are that labyrinth of air, a labyrinth in German, a labyrinth of flowers. A space to open our hands and explode. Where the ceiling is the dance floor. Where the paper is blue. Where your offense is made of Play-Doh. Where the fruit rises from my hands and ends up on the radio, on the wall of us all, in hallway conversations. Everyone talks about how their time went at the fair, at the party, selling curtains. Everyone has their own labyrinth, their own particular continent. Although we all live in the same town, where the food is made of sugarcane, potatoes, and poems, of instrumental compositions, of rum and whiskey. The labyrinth begins." • • • 👹 stargazerburlesque #lasvegasburlesque #burlesque #burlesqueperformer #poetry #poetrycommunity