There will be simulated lightning
and a monologue of great sway,
a final admission of heartbreak.
There will be no stage. Denied that
too. I’ll hold a cardboard shield
covered in foil, thrust my elbow
outward with intent. It will be
a school night. There will be bleachers,
a modest audience, a concession
stand brimming with Twizzlers.
I will beg you to love me in a scary
public kind of way. Red stains
will start to show through my cloak.  
I so love the world, I can't let go of it.
I keep putting my face in it—
the crease in a pop-up book.
I slobber on the dimensional, I lick
the rough bark of that tree.
Someone will lose an eye.
Someone will lose both eyes.