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burning, Drama, metapoetic, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, postmodern, theatre, writing
AND A SHOW
paid for supper
and a show
but stage too dark
to make out faces
see anything clearly
but you next to me: picking
up your smell (hormones
going crazy?)
fantasizing about
your husband or maybe
it’s because you
are here with me
either way, a situation far
too volatile presenting itself
for me to
sit back and relax, take in
things thespian and things culinary
needing
the dialectic of dialogue
to take me out of myself
through and behind
this curtain and
with it
all curtains
noting your fraught state
best I should embargo
any talk of curtains
chit-chat
about how I usually cook in the kitchen
to take my
mind off things, let the drama
of scenes quietly resolve itself
outside in the
street
the flames
are spreading
huge theatricality with which
the world is burning