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  • Red curtain rises up
    Four friends are having a
    riveting conversation
    on what hair-style this pothead celebrity has
    or perhaps imagining scenarios
    on 'what would we do if...'
    highlighting the best and worst features of themselves.
    and what can be the cherry on top
    to being people,
    than speaking about other people?
    One friend makes a subtle appearance in this
    long-winded conversation, but refuses to partake in most.

    Who am I to say anything about this
    when God knows whatever any of those friends
    has bottled up inside about me.
    So instead,
    My Tuning Out vehicle comes up to the
    Me inside my Brain.
    I mount that red, sleek convertible
    Pretend I'm cool. Lose my way.
    And wind up... lost at sea.
    Glassy-eyed, head tilted, hand supporting face
    with only my safe thoughts serving as support.
    When I'm tired of sailing,
    I float back to shore...
    raising the cadence of their voices,
    rejoining the real world
    with the real friends,
    with the sometimes not so real conversations
    Curtain cascades down.
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