And a modern Macbeth said

—

We enacted

tiny theater plays

in that bedroom,

full of primal sounds

and bodily fluids.

—

Full of imitation leather,

cheap latex and

silicon rubbed

with oil based lubricants.

Signifying nothing.

—

Dripping like candle wax

we burned our hours

playing with one another:

tightly fastened

puppet masters.

—

A tale as old as time,

performed nonstop,

through blindfolding nights

by talking shadows

making sparks.