Shine on me
Red halo of receding taillights
I am audience and actor
Stage hand, director, writer
My bow from this curtainless stage
Tails me through tangled tangents
And will find me
Mid-line and at the climax of a scene
But how can I worry for the plot
The cast can improvise
They’ve been doing it all along
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Death of General Grant“)
Life Immense 