Day 245 of Project 365: Backstage
Tonight, in the bed we insist
we must replace,
I wake from a dream of high school, all
high-tops and jean shorts and hairspray.
You are still storming the beach
or shopping for Harris tweed
or grasping an old lover's hand.
A shift, eyes open, a sigh: we meet
backstage, half-dressed,
grinning lopsidedly at each other
as we shrug into new costumes.