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-January 2, 2023

The music had ended
and the credits had
concluded. I sit patiently
in the theatre as the lights
turn back on, an employee
begins sweeping up the fallen
popcorn and wrappers
from between the aisles
and beneath the seats. Yet I sit
awkwardly like a movie-goer
waiting for a post-credit-scene
in a movie that doesn’t have one.
Sinking their backs into the seat
before standing up and taking
that walk-of-shame to the exit.
But I stay seated just waiting
for the lights to dim and for
the music to begin again.
To start anew with a better
revised and a more refined
script. However I know
I would eventually need
to let go. These modern
fantasies are only