The Crucible

He held out a hot fudge
dipped hand
and I thought he was just
bleeding all over my money

how you today?

lonely, but you should see
my friends

the high school actors'
lines are sharp
I lean back in my chair
with my brown rice belly
only these babies could
talk like this
making my face so hot,
so serious
afterwards in the low-ceiling hall
their thick grey wrinkles
slide off their sweaty faces

it must feel so good but
what about a more whispery play?
one where there is grass on the ground
and people take naps
at intermission

wind blows dust up from the
chalk board floor
decades of glitter
popped balloons
teenage spit
sunflower petals
general black shoes
for dancing
for any time period

lifesaver into my palm
which witch is getting hanged
I don't know
burning and melting
with every curtain
their flesh-tone microphones
get crossed in their
soft hairs
rustle swish kiss

When he
passes her
in between
classes
monday morning
I wonder
if he remembers how
her shoulders felt under his
hands during the finale
does he love it?