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Tonight I’m undressing for you.
The hot stage lights will blind me and flood my eyes with tears.
I will stop seeing you, instead feeling you from afar through vibrating strings and whispering voices of my memory.
It turns out I love love, especially when it haunts me, the most clarity with Ophelia on my tongue –
“Fare you well, my dove!”
Such a young girl on display once again. Twenty-seven and: “Lord, we know what we are, but we know not what we may be.”
Today – a wretched heart.
Tomorrow – doubt thou the stars are fire.

Tonight, the hot stage lights will hide you from my sight, but you will see all my trembling,
all my doubts and failings,
all my desperate attempts to cling to you,
all my fragile thoughts for a beloved,
all the moments I recognize myself and then, just as suddenly, forget,
all the daily drownings leading up to the last one.

For forty minutes tonight,
I will grasp for hints of my unveiling in tomorrow and the next,
hold her and you close,
find myself in a violent swirling river with the columbines and the violets.

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