Drama

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DRAMA

I was trained for drama.
as a child pulls the trigger of his fake gun
my mind spatters it’s
patterns
and blood stains the inside of the
screen

I want to call you.

what is her God damn problem?
I need to know why she patronizes me. controls me
I want respect. I want to call you. ask you everything about her. what did she say? what does she
think
of
me?

what did you two talk about?
is it her? is it you?
me.
her lessons emerge like my reflection in the mirror
when I wipe away the steam

drama
you were trained for it
to crave it like fire searches for a gust
of air
enveloping anxieties
to suck it in
chew it ravenously
swallow it whole and
burst

.

.

~ Tara Palov

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