theater by Rebecca Zaritsky


a man’s belly
is round with
girls. he
stands, wipes
his chin,
asks for another
just one more.
chews, swallows.
“just one more.”

a girl is
her arms have
into cobwebs.

she learns to
press into his
finger pads
and she
nibbles at his
and he does not
stop her.

the audience
leans forward
in their seats
and waits for
the curtain
to drop, and when
it finally falls
on the two
all that remains
is applause.

by Rebecca Zaritsky

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Editor’s Note: The word theater has many different meanings and this poem uses several of them to make a sharp and disturbing point.

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