the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

the wings are in shambles

a curt nod to the director. she steps out, costume gleaming like tacky studio lights. the show must go on. or else the set would collapse and leave you with splinters lodged in your fingers. the show must go on, even though it is falling apart in backstage corners, even if the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee, jittery and bitter.

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is my theatre background apparent here