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For Flaco	A
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A cooler	B
head of lettuce prevailed but when the actor	B
asked his question and paused	C
for us to watch him pause and think	A
inside the pause I almost answered	D
as if we were in a bar just the two of us	E
and a balcony and spotlight The two of us	E
and programs and makeup and a sofa	F
from the director s living room and the black	A
womb agora s ance of theater inviting us to feel	G
together alone I recall I don t recall	H
the question but its scope on his face	I
was immense as if he were the Milky Way	J
asking am I pretty am I here for sure for real	G
for long and my breath was the quiet yessing	A
of tall grass against the shoulders of a cat	K
stalking the night I actually opened my mouth	L
before I actually thought you will be stoned	M
and not in the good way not with stones	N
of tongues stones of fingers against my forehead	O
but the play was messy and tangible and full	P
of the etceteras I am full of and why	Q
wouldn t I want to talk with that is a question	R
the poem is asking you to answer wherever	B
you are without me is the problem	S
theater solves since we sit together	B
in the dark with the dark because the dark	A
deserves a face a soliloquy a lover a bow	T
at the end When I always wonder if the players	U
regret that the lights come up and they see us	E
as we are seeing them as they were	B
what a weird mirror that is showing one side	V
sudden appreciation and the resumption	R
of loose ends the other the vast	W
and devotional possibilities of being kidnapped	X
by a dream and which side is which side	V
are you on	Y

Bob Hicok

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