Ward of

Sixteen/

Two/

Two, again

 

Audiences 

Welcome

Doors open

Between

Five and six

 

Curtains

Scraped

Back

Lights lit

 

Cover up

With my sheet

Knees

Strategercally 

Placed at

Forty five

Degrees

 

Hand down

I start 

To play 

 

Come on

Diagonally

Look At

Me

 

Come on

Diagonally

Make a

Scene

 

Diagonally

Leans in to 

Kiss the

Nearly

Dead

 

Placing 

Grapes

Fucking

Waste

Later

I'll taste 

 

Diagonally

Stands

And

Stares

Horizontally 

At me

 

Passes

Me a grape

And

Walks out

On me