BEAR-SHAPED RUG
I'm so tired of everything else. The shape of
a man and a moment - why would anyone steal,
how low can a thievery go? Stooping to stoop
is stooping so low. On 6th street, they were
staging the play : absurdist's commitment to
words and wordy emotions. Two wooden stools.
A few guys talking, a lady in a tub. The people
who've bought their tickets get in have paid
twenty-four dollars for a seat that is taken
away from them in Act Two. After that
they must stand, or cram together, all
nine of them, on a bear-shaped rug.
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