Day Seven for Imaginary Life Nine, Drag Queen:
Closing night. Over as quick as it began. The lead girl bashes my big toe with her heel while on stage. It may be broken. Family's in the audience tonight. I hear the laughter and see the cell phone out, poised like some spiritual icon. It comforts me that they're not looking at me directly. Everyone is more drunk tonight. I haven't had anything. Not a thing I could ever do before a performance...though not for lack of wanting it. Maybe it would help? Bow bow bow. Picture Picture. I get a taste in my mouth and an ache at the back of my head. I remember why I stopped doing this. I've been reminded more and more lately.
I just don't like performing.
Closing night. Over as quick as it began. The lead girl bashes my big toe with her heel while on stage. It may be broken. Family's in the audience tonight. I hear the laughter and see the cell phone out, poised like some spiritual icon. It comforts me that they're not looking at me directly. Everyone is more drunk tonight. I haven't had anything. Not a thing I could ever do before a performance...though not for lack of wanting it. Maybe it would help? Bow bow bow. Picture Picture. I get a taste in my mouth and an ache at the back of my head. I remember why I stopped doing this. I've been reminded more and more lately.
I just don't like performing.
Haiku of the Day:
A wandering heel
with the force of a grown man
impales my big toe
with the force of a grown man
impales my big toe
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