Act II

Dashing in a slapdash sort of way
Raucous and abandoned
You startled me with affection
Starving, I accepted
Except I can’t anymore

Slipshod slip
That’s what this was
I’ll be the one to wreck
Our recklessness

I hardly know my own character
I wasn’t rehearsing lines
But you were?

(Although I was pretending.)

Hey
Our play’s over
Close the curtains