thisness

 

as in the ideal experiences

I rehearse shamelessly

on centre court

 

the podium or when the woven

fibre tautens

at the intake of your breath

 

thisthis

when the cello’s

commentary becomes attack

violins deduplicate

 

& the viola cries

across

the face of its occasion

 

thisless I am

a blur framed by topiary

zipping

the theory of theatre

exploding

actual theatre

where thisless means

no audience

 

thiswith is

angel with

arquebus

 

taste

wine in your bread

your gag reflex gone

 

your white neck bent

& then

incarnadine

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