VERSAILLES

Held aloft by spotlights and musical instruments

I languidly attempt to break through ambivalence

My delicate soprano echoes in tones morose

And I silently debate my ability to engross

 

Unable to tell sock and buskin from this countenance o’ mine

Memorized verses and undisclosed soliloquies intertwine

There’s laughter in the peanut gallery, though not for the punchline

But it’s only a reminder that the stage is mine

 

-2018-