Second Intermission

second intermission 

anticipation 

you know the third act 

small talk drops out of the play 

you're standing in the lobby 

tightening your tourniquet 

waiting for it 

and then the bell sounds 

and the lights flash 

and there's all these questions milling around 

and there's no time to ask 



no bliss for little miss leading 

cuz she's learning about bleeding 

but what is love if not exquisite 

our only saving grace 

or is it? 

and somewhere inside your iris 

blooms the reflection of my surprise 

as you stroll past every last do not enter 

and touch me at my epicenter 

and the bell sounds 

and the lights flash 

and there's all these questions milling around 

and there's no time to ask 



I'm always trying to get there 

I never really get there 

to that quiet place where 

I accept myself 

instead I'm deep inside some high school 

locker room no clothing 

popping the zits of my self loathing 

under fluorescent lights 

and the bell sounds 

and the lights flash 

and there's all these questions milling around 

and you're too ashamed to ask 



second intermission 

anticipation 

you know the third act 

small talk drops out of the play 

and you're standing in the lobby 

tightening your tourniquet 

waiting for it 

waiting for it 


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