After a few years away
And this woman’s running thing
Which is fine
I’m fine with women
But this woman looks at me
And suddenly I’m her enemy
Because she’s got a Board full of
men
Turned against her
Because the theater’s turning in
awful numbers
And she’s got every guy in the
acting company
Offering to take her job from her
So she sees me
And she thinks
Great
One more man
I gotta worry about
She tosses me Laertes in Hamlet
Because the Board remembers me
And likes me
Hell, everybody liked me
I was a pretty decent guy
And when the show was over
So was the thirty-eighth season
And so was her job
I see her cleaning out her office
And I offer to buy her a drink
She says ‘What the hell’
And we go get a drink
Three hours later
We’re back at my place
Screwing like two people
Who’ve just been told
They’ve got ten minutes to live
It was an interesting experience
Afterwards, we were sitting on my
balcony
Wrapped up in bedsheets
Starting at this fucked up little
town
And I said—
‘Let’s get out of here’
She was about to say a thousand
things
And instead she just said ‘Yes’
We moved to New York
We were there that Fall
On the eleventh
When all of a sudden
All of our spontaneous plans
seemed…
Well, spontaneity in general started
to look…pointless
And as a mover
I like to move
And when you can’t move anymore
You think, Well, I might as well
Go back where I started
So I went back to the Orpheus
And Cara stayed where she was
I haven’t talked to her in ten
years
I still act
But mostly I build
Sets and shit
So why am I telling you all this?
I don’t fucking know
We all came here
To get something off our chests,
right?
Either about the Orpheus or the
acting company
Or about theater in general
Why we do all this
Sometimes I look back and I mark
time
Using shows
It’s not ‘That’s when I moved home’
Or ‘That’s when I met Cara’
Or ‘That’s when the planes hit the
building’
Or ‘That’s when I became a fucking
coward’
It’s ‘That’s when we did Hamlet’
It’s so easy to move from one show
to the next
And pretend you don’t notice
That your whole life is going by,
you know?
Take this job
Take that job
And pretty soon
You’re at some party
Talking all about the past
And thinking it wasn’t so long ago
When it really was
Where’d it all go, you know?
Where did
Everything
Go?
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