He’s my partner
Husband
Whatever we’re calling it nowadays
We met back in 2006
When he was working as the house
manager
And I was the directing A Delicate Balance
At the Orpheus Theater
Martin and I have a life
A nice life
A house
Two dogs
Three bedrooms
We go to Kansas City
Once a year
To see his family
And Baltimore every three years
To see mine
We both do theater
And we both love it
But we rarely, uh, see each other
I mean, in the context of work
And so…
Not ‘and so,’ sorry
Not ‘and so’
Um…
Martin slept with this other guy
After A Delicate Balance
This actor
He really likes actors
And as a director
That really sort of irks me
But…
But I sleep with them too
So what am I really supposed to say
about that?
We are
Surrounded
By cute
Gay
Actors
All the time
And we’re human
So…we have rules
The rules keep things in check
The rules are
I can sleep with actors I’m not
working with
The ‘not working with’ part
Is my rule
For myself
I am allowed to sleep with actors
And Martin is allowed to sleep with
actors
And we
Are not
Allowed
To sleep
With the same actors
Because actors
Talk
So he sleeps with actors
And says ‘It’s an affair. Don’t tell.’
And they think it’s sordid and
wrong
And so they keep it secret
To keep it sordid and wrong
And I do the same with my actors
And the same thing happens
And everybody knows what’s going on
And nobody says anything
And it’s really quite fantastic
Except for the fact
That I want to kill myself
Al the time
Everday
And I’m very, very aware
That one day
We’re going to be old
God willing
Or not
And not all that pretty to look at
And we’ll still
Be surrounded
By gorgeous
Actors
And we will not have, uh,
cultivated
The personality
To deal
With that
With being just…
With just being…with…
Each other
And I worry
And I don’t
Because I love him
And he loves me
But we’re never alone
Never
And we tell ourselves
That we are the way we are
And that’s because we’re passionate
And artistic
And interesting
And so, it’s okay
It’s okay to be this way
To do things this way
That it’s how we work
But one day
It will be how we don’t work
Do you see?
One day it won’t work
And we don’t think about one day
And we don’t talk about one day
We just wait for it
For the day
Things have to change
And in the meantime
We suck up
Every minute
Of now
But I can feel it
Disappearing
The now
The present
I can feel it
All
Just…
Disappearing
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