Ladies’ Day at the Playhouse
Two River Theater Company, Red Bank, New Jersey, February, 2013
after row, after row like insects swarming a velvet maze.
belonging there. The late-sixties fixed as if behind museum glass.
two booths, and a blackboard chalked with the menu.
The mothers in back tug on our hair, tickle our ears, pull
and make megaphones and telescopes with their playbills.
himself into the zig-zag-patterned plushness, his knees falling open.
talk. I don’t even know what they’re saying. His exit will come
at the women, then looked at me, and, seeing dissimilarity, in all sincerity
I felt our two rows wilt, then the house lights blacked out.