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Mar 2019
A sheet of tarp hanging down from the sky
Behind which we lift and tug and drop then fly;
If the stage is wrong the director will cry.

But the lead can only ad lib so long
Before we break into the next song,
It's a good thing stagehands are strong.

Open up!
Speak up!
Keep it up!

And the applause comes soon after
I had nice soft hands before people started asking me to shift furniture.

The second of three poems I wrote backstage
Katie
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Katie  25/Trans Female/Yeadon
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