erasures, 12 dancers [hazel, emily, moonbeam, canto, aphrodite, stearns, plato, fresno, bunny, zygote, hayden, haitil]
The strings were having an intense conversation before the gamelan interrupted; flat-lined the tempo, mood shift, the way a plane leaves sound.
The brass on hold during the extraterrestrial chanting.
Someone left the privacy wall open before I lost another level I thought I lost while I was something else before I was.
You know, the bargaining chips.
All of us are watching you bandage your Achilles heel for tonight’s unraveling.
Ophelia’s long hair flowing under ice but in a photograph.
Those aren’t the right clothes for a curbside funeral, but red suits you.
When the joker hit the keel, the captain’s blood sank too many packed in–fishing for better chapters.
Some souvenirs aren’t recyclable because chaos reifies us on repeat.
The house absorbed me into sheetrock not windows.
Intentions can’t move triangles because triangles can’t move beliefs.
When you solve the enigma, it ceases to exist.
You should know that we’ve deleted the camera footage.
Hazel was driving 230 miles per hour if someone asks for the report.
An A in elusiveness and perhaps gracefulness, at times; B- in extrication, C- in concision.
Absurdity, an occasional buy-in; the rest to be determined at the end of the show.
[Please find the pamphlets under your seats.]
The manuals didn’t explain the spinout, the violent scrimmage, the let’s-get-back-together tour through oblivious eternity.
Verbs in the story fall out.
The body never sleeps in the same Room.
The text I am writing [disappears].