Opening Night

my real body is young smooth lithe fresh as fifteen strong as thirty-five white hair thick age draped over it ill-fitting irrelevant pay it no heed my real self is outside time capable of anything fearless just beginning to understand this is opening night irresistibly attractive art enflamed look through immediate repetition wear damage faulty steps my real thought is this flowing momentary stillness striking clock my father's I am not he as you are not me we meet at ten to tell our woe we wed again as one the other brief quick kiss hot tip be in this all together