You follow the lead's decent into raw ambition
to test your stick-to-itiveness . . .
memories of odysseyites piggyback . . .
The play-by-play . . . hyperreal . . . surreal
as if staged in a black box theater
by actors retooling the script on short notice
under a drone's jaundiced eye . . .
The director-cum-auteur, yes? . . .
Intransigents upstage the takeaway
with bolded scribbles on yellow legal pads
as the conceit fractures
with sleepovers and makeovers and takeovers
within walking distance of the spot marked X
while you rehearse the missing pages
with temps who couldn't care less . . .
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| Leila Fores |
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