The makeup mirror held a frayed frown
I recognized from earlier in the day
brought about by a thin film of reason
spun on needles and thread

Carried off by thimbling fingers
clicking and clacking
(annoying as hell)

Costumes are over-sized and under-cut
Scenery drips like cardboard in the rain
Lights, camera, reaction
is printed in bold lines read aloud

While the director has lunch,
cucumber sandwiches and hot toddies

Shows are cancelled due to fame
when the actor’s favorite color
doesn’t even have a matching fabric
woven into the script

There is never a happy ending
when sadness is sewn into the scenes