Could I
from yonder window
break
on stage
no more recall
where inexplicably
my legs
I slapped
to stimulate
the claps
of curtain calls.
How I
behind
the curtain came
in dreams
without a clue
as to my role
facing cast
and hectic crew
the work of memory
I eschewed
to tan with lime
my vanity
bare yet meek
while plucking
flowers from the planks,
words forgotten
in my ears ring
mute embarrassed tones
with which I
Juliette
besing.
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