“so everything’s a performance?” I asked her.
“of course,” she said.
i nodded,
we were honest.
for a while
the cacophony
of confusion, frustration, and anger
subdued
and the temporality of the moment
subsumed care, joy, and compassion.
what a glory
the never-ending performance
called life
and therefore we performed
in complete honesty.
kaleidoscope
Published
