Look, darling
The curtain drops to the stage
Thump
Dust from the floorboards
Spins in the air
Lands on your lips
You lick them
The microphone is left alone
Nobody puts it away
I see your ghost there, darling
Talking, laughing
Dazzling
The lights go out
You speak into the dark
Here, darling
At the exit in the back
By the phone that doesn’t work
I’m waiting for it to ring
I’ll be here all night
Dusty lips, dreaming of ghosts
You’ll find me