A Life in the Theater
I was wrong,
I shouldn’t have picked up the phone
just to read you the line
you already knew from the review
the reviewer wrote that said you were no good
in the play I can’t remember
and only came to see because it was you
alive somewhere else in it—shining below the fake sun
and I was in love with something
you said or thought or willed into being
because of just being back in the boat with the living
after swimming too far out and for so long just
to meet living again. I struggled to get on board
and join the vessel of time.
I tried to love a man outside the theater
of men who left some other men and found them again.
Michael Klein’s third book of poems is The Talking Day (Sibling Rivalry Press) and work is forthcoming in Provincetown Arts and Poetry magazine. He writes about poetry books for Los Angeles Review of Books and The Rumpus.
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