12/21

audience

in the theater we were cat-walkers,
not actors or ghosts. the audience had cell phone eyes
& keyboard teeth. we kissed until we were
on the megatron. i didn't know about the cameras 
but there is always a camera. sometimes a lover
is a camera & then you end up on the news 
for promising too much. often i take a walk 
& everyone can hear i'm thinking about different ways
my friends have died. i do not want to be such a downer.
i kill flowers (mostly by accident). the audience 
switches to another channel & says, "nothing good anymore."
from the catwalk i sing. the theater is a pie pan. is empty. 

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