Behind your curtain
was a stage flat that looked like a brick wall
I hoped the wall would never change
You used to bless me with teenage smiles
then the smiles stopped justlikethat
and everything I did got on your nerves
so I closed my curtain
and never again stepped out for encores
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Over two decades later,
I visited a restored home
in West Los Angeles
the owner had a living room curtain
pulled open to reveal a picture window
displaying a view of a flower garden,
a swimming pool,
and a charming guest house
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It’s the kind of sight
you would have loved
in the year
when we were both fifteen
and wanted to become working actors
before my parents and yours reprogrammed us
no more live that dream
it became renounce that dream
because it wasn’t….practical
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