a sweaty pack of artistry,
the undergrads shuffle along in their drab to fill the theater down to the back floor.
the malnourished chair joints, a shrugging sort of madness, or some manic drop-off,
there’s buzzing in the air, by consequence, in their rusty lungs.
Janet pulls her dress down.
SLUT
Brad makes small talk.
ASSHOLE
the undergrads kick back their feet, tuck in their legs,
poised, ready to never leave or to stay forever,
content to slip into sweet lingerie, to get close to sex but not quite there.
Janet lets her hair fall.
SLUT
Brad stands vapid in his underwear.
ASSHOLE
These are your options:
to throw a quiet tantrum,
to stand and do the Time Warp.
PLUTO BLOOMING 