Here, and makeup
The sun comes up, hotel staff bubbling
like hot butter
in the lobby downstairs.
I sneak out the backdrop
while she goes to Saks shopping for “foundation.”
I’m trying to hold onto mine.
Exit, stage left, get the staff out,
burn down the stage.
The moon comes up; now
we're all fine. Coffee and chicory
on the moonlit flames, in the open air.
Exit, stage left, get the staff out,
burn down the stage.
The moon comes up; now
we're all fine. Coffee and chicory
on the moonlit flames, in the open air.
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