thisness

as in the ideal experiences
I rehearse shamelessly
on centre court

the podium or when the woven
fibre tautens
at the intake of your breath

thisthis
when the cello’s
commentary becomes attack
violins deduplicate

& the viola cries
across
the face of its occasion

thisless I am
a blur framed by topiary
zipping
the theory of theatre
exploding
actual theatre
where thisless means
no audience

thiswith is
angel with
arquebus

taste
wine in your bread
your gag reflex gone

your white neck bent
& then
incarnadine