To Perform
Maude Larke
PHOTO: John Abella |
Originally Published in the August 2012 Issue of Empirical
you see the staples and nails
paint and glue
the grave decision
of which color to buy
you see the smeared make-up
and the smeared make-believe
you know she isn’t a swan
you know his face isn’t white
you see the sweat
feel pain and panting
you know how hard-used
the floor has been
rosin ground into the wood
by spinning toes
attached to aching legs
but on the other side of the threshold
of a flimsy cardboard arch
lie color and sound and light
and a dream that is waiting
for its princes and dragons to arrive
you leave the smudgy realities behind
and enter through the doorway
you join the color
give the light
and you become the sound
and for a short while
you are an animal
a toy
a feeling
for a while
you are
you are
as the dream
engulfs the stage
the way a cloud will dwarf a mountain
and everyone becomes
a dream
with you
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