Act One:

The tangle in my hair is the gleam in my eye
and the spring in my step is a result of the
unaffected way I jump from moment to moment
taking care to miss the littering of gum splotches

The unpredictability of life’s little messes
is the thriving, catapulting beat of my heart
and it drives me to Center Stage where my
top hat is askew and dirt cakes under my nails.

We begin.

With trails of tears on my cheeks,
and a brain full of misgivings

We begin.