A closet
drama unfolds and
I watch you flit
and flicker
Sometimes
I cast you as the star
A shade
on the stage
Other times
the opening act. A body
to step over
and tread the boards
at a third-rate vaudeville
review.
But
you always return
as the critic
aloof
and cruel
then leave
at intermission
In silence I return
to the magic of the
lantern, a phantasmagoria
upon the wall
