Improv class was how
I learned to say what
I wanted to say to you–
I learned to say what
I wanted to say to you–
ice became the basis
instead.
I froze on stage
into an audience of burning arms.
If limbs were currency,
I’d be rich
in dangling
inside jokes from class when
I should have let you
in on conversations we both were part of–
inches from the icebox,
our freezer.
