The music of least interest tells you what’s happening on stage or screen. The melody needs to be different, so that it’s another voice.
Seated at a naked desk, without a single sheet of paper to write on, the typewriter becomes a mirror on the stage. A sheet of paper has two sides but reflections have more, as a cracked actor writes a trilogy in monochrome…
I hate my face. Why does it have to do so much? Why do I have to work so much on it? Why do I have to make so much up? I hate my fucking face.
I make it smile, laugh when I’m crying and lie when I talk. Sometimes I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to show this face.
But I go out. And on the face of it, I’m happy. I talk, I smile, I laugh, then I wipe my face in the mirror.
I smash my face into the mirror, so no-one can see me.
© Steve Laker, 2020