theater

[witness_light]

it was a game, this
whole time we pretended
to be friends .

a kind of sorrow,
this misinterpretation
this polite lie .

tragic coincidence.

but the man yesterday who said
"we are all actors
in this play, even the ones not hired"
would have laughed

a strange twisting
of the heart,
a fragile joke

a comedy.

even this small red line,
this manifesto of trembling hand
not large enough for
concern

but deep enough to bleed .

the pinnacle of human hilary, this
trembling dance with death.