I guess I joke,
and you
slightly
laugh, unconvincingly but
tilted just right
in the
fourth of
July dusk,
and it's like
all the world's a stage
still—only
and you
slightly
laugh, unconvincingly but
tilted just right
in the
fourth of
July dusk,
and it's like
all the world's a stage
still—only
suddenly,
there's so many competing
independent
independent
theater troupes,
each fervently
rehearsing the same
show in the same
space all at once,
with an
extremely
select cast,
but with
billions
and frisky
and shimmering
billions of understudies.
and frisky
and shimmering
billions of understudies.