Saved Seat
if you
live a bit …
in sorrow
you will sit
nay you say
not I
as you
dance and dance
on by
but the stage
is just a floor
and floors
run out
of space
for spinners
wee and great
the music
makes a mask
and we wear it
for the show
behind the curtain
is the play
no one wants to know
blank marquee
no hair, no makeup
no wardrobe
just a shadow
of yourself
moves across
the floor
taking center stage
without a line
a mark, a motion
the floor feels cold
colder against the cheek
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