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faye driscoll

emily rose called it a pressure cooker

a boiling pot of humanness with its skin
folding mouth dripping lungs bellowing
spiral fall spiral rise
pushed along by stage managers
managing the stage of course
a snow globe of humanness with its heavy breathing treasure finding sucking spraying
turning turning turning

spray for us to keep us with them
spray for us because we are them

spinning and making a mess and stripping down and discarding and letting it go out
splintering out into pieces
weathering as in wearing down as in wears go down as in indents form as in evidence of movement as in desire lines as in people make peopled marks
wet spots
accidents
falling watches
falling

stage managers no longer managing
but director directing
until the end of the world

emily rose said i lost my breath when i saw the loss in his eyes