hell lets go out!
was always her call
& L called me a curmudgeon
not wanting the bright lights
but I’d gather myself together
set out for the show
& sure enough
she loved the fakery
show her something shiny
bit of movement & all
& they loved her right back
while my role
seemed to be place holder
bag carrier foil to the feast
watching & waiting
something to take hold
these pretty boys recycling
old routines words & feet
to drive her home
hearing her fabulous’es
marvellous’es wonderfuls
thinking
I did not really understand
or know her
in the least
had we been in the same place?
