Title: Run for the Money…
Warnings: Author is a pretty pretty princess.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #16. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. Calling it June 2, for my sanity.
This one was written about an actual experience I had, working backstage in the theatre department. The "head" in line 6 is the head of Costume for that show, which, looking back, I believe to have been Getting Away With Murder.
Some years later, I acquired that dress, when a totally other theatre shut down. And damn, do I look good in drag.
No one ever tells me anything
"You’re ushering!" (five minutes to the show)
Of course, not dressed, these words like poison sting
"You can’t wear that," she says. I say, "I know."
Rushing back to costumes for a dress
My head assures me something there will fit
How did I get into this ugly mess
Of telling people where they have to sit?
"Please sit more toward the middle, sir"
"Do you need a program, little girl?"
Standing in the aisle I did purr,
When what I really wanted was to hurl
The lights go go down and I remove my shoes
The Show’s begun! Let nothing ruin the mood!