For Amber, my contribution to Tolstoy Tuesday:
Act I
This life, a dinner theatre for dead relatives,
deserves better lighting and a script with clean line breaks,
a protagonist who craves sex and solitude in equal doses:
who won’t speak in strained metaphors
when soliloquizing
on the commute home from work.
Gorgeous. You’ve always been amazing at capturing a concentration in ten lines or less.
Let’s keep doing this. It’s enjoyable.
Thanks! I definitely think we should keep doing this.