we are five minutes away from the 7:30 show
i pull on an oversized sweater
and cake on the face of another woman from another time
she is ruby
and i am sarah
but i am also ruby.
her lifetime is 1000 miles away
from the high speed
van-driving coupon-cutting
somehow an actress
world that i have created for myself
but time stretches like a rubber band
and i know the fingers of the script will slip
when the curtain opens
leaving our two realities
not so far away from eachother
we are five minutes into the first act
when i feel the tug
words flow out of my mouth
memorized symphonies of emotion
that i'm supposed to be c