Backstage mind set
By Amy Kalvig
The curtain closes
and my words flow,
articulating each syllable.
I’ve created a scene of intellect and academia
during our back stage intermission,
but the sad testosterone truth is
you’re talking to my chest.
The x-ray coming from your eyes
feels creepy and gross
and I’ve felt that way before.
If I hadn’t agreed to be a wench in this production,
you might have found me poignant.
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