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Alive

An energy circle:
hands clasped tight, heavily made-up eyes squeezed shut.
Silence except for the distant buzz of audience members filing in
and the click-clack of shifting character heels.

Then we break apart
big smiles, inadvisable cheers.
“Break a leg!” is neither a threat nor an ominous warning
instead, it’s a prayer, a comforting mantra.

Where bright lights meet red lips and styrofoam sets
When I can’t explain, except to say that I am finally alive
When we start off a half-step sharp from the nerves and pull it off anyway,

that is what I live for.

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