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