forgotten

 because then we saw that it was all an act
take two, fast forward to her standing ovation.
let's screw the rest of this first?
he whispers.
a dark theatre.
cell phones off.
breaths held in anticipation,
or in attempts to make abs look like abs exist.
all too busy, anyway.
and lights, but not before
someone somewhere up ahead
coughs,
a slow, practiced cough made to sound exactly like what she remembers.
throws her off balance.
what? he whispers.
a dark theatre.
as she loses her balance and
just as the curtains begin to rise,

she falls.