Acting Out: A Dream / Michelle Lepori

Upon closer inspection, her lips dark

from shadow play cast by curtains

of red curls and window pane glasses,

were alligator skin green.


Were they larger, I would kill her

and fashion a coin purse—but not to hold

change, her lips too loose

to keep value. She was a theatre


of truth.  Her demands to act now!

I heard in a hush, as if we were being

watched. I stared at this dream woman,

at her captured youth, framed many times,


her celebrity hung on the wall like rope from trees.

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