Waiting it Out
Loaded guns and notebooks crammed with love letters
peeking out at irregular angles
some, pages long (cribbed erratic script)
some literally a single letter, lovingly if shakily set down
duct tape for ease of movement and communication
head full of thoughts you'd almost call them
words of infinite tenderness flowing through space
at no time do her lips leave her mouth
direct to the electrostatic lobes of his brain
messages in code meant for him alone in interviews and televised appearances
why isn't she there to meet him where destiny dictated? why are the police?
Bionote
I write in a variety of forms, fiction, nonfiction, poetry, theatre, have even attempted screenwriting. I've written 14 full length plays (some of which, though technically complete, likely need further work; all are likely to change under the alchemical conditions of actual production) and have about half a dozen in progress at various stages. I've written several one acts and a good many 10 minute plays (some of which are nearer fifteen).
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