SURFACES

and so,

because there are no words

and because there is no script

and because there is no image

and because there is no song

we have only our lives

to speak and rehearse and sing


and so, 

it's our lives, the film and song

our lives, the story

and every day you tell it

the auteur you are


and my eyes burn like yours

from staring at the screen

yours burn from seeing it all

because you also love the liar before the fall


and my husband whistles out of tune

and I call him just before takeoff

hair billowing in the wind

mountains on the ocean floor

dallas is on fire


you said to me,

this isn't the movie, you are.

step and repeat, step and repeat.



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