Everyday theatre

The room was full of
people and noise
talk and laughter
smiles and smirks
pleasantries and drinks
and the stench of nothing
floating on top of expensive perfumes

High ceilings
sublime lights
left corners enigmatically lit
chairs in rows
desires that need to take their place
on the stage

To hide?
We wouldn’t know where to start
or where to go
we wouldn’t know why

The room is the perfect prop.

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2 Responses to Everyday theatre

  1. Dimitris says:

    Ντίνα, δεν έχω λόγια. Συνέχισε έτσι…

  2. kolembo says:

    Oh, my god, I recognise myself in you! Very funny! Anyway, great poem!

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