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The Part She was Supposed to Play

August 26, 2011

She wakes up on stage

Disembodied, alone

Is this the definition of empty?

Corner to corner, bare

Vacated, both sides of the proscenium


She thinks back

To her mother’s pantry

Jars, lids recently misplaced, broken

She and Junie tried to lick the insides

Tongues searching for some cool sweetness


Or sour grape

Not long enough, agile or acrobatic

To reach those cracks, corners

Laughing into the glass

Short echo from the shallow chasms


Do you feel so full of something

The part you were supposed to get

Your lines, your turn to speak

Shine? You are a good partner

Lover, friend


She is not acting

Still, no one to speak the other lines

No props, set or audience

Plays her part like a teenager

Singing her song in the mirror


Is she in the wrong play?

This plane to New York, Broadway?

Her words reach

Toward the hall’s edges

A brief echo, she smiles nectar


And decides who she will be, today.

One Comment leave one →
  1. August 26, 2011 11:33 am

    WoW — haunting. and inspiring.

    thank you for sharing!

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