across you
three characters and a stage
apart
a billowing
from your lungs
from your mouth
actor backstage
waiting for his cue
upstaging the onstage
i am your only audience
you are my foreground
and onstage-
an ensemble of weeds
I root them out
throw into periphery
Only you remain
my main character
the story of your face
and a cigarette in one act
I am watching a one man show
across you
another billowing continues
thinning out into smoke
as the menthol whisps
leave your mouth
so shall I enter
knocking
on your mouth
on your teeth
on your lungs
asking
to breathe me
instead
