By Joshua Robert Long

clapping through the audience
feeling idle and feeling fit
standing up to walk between
the rows
everyone moving their knees
the theater dark
and the night still
lingering on to feel
like morning

and outside the cigarettes
taste like too many
too often

the rain holding off
and starting again
each step
each step
each step

the twilight of my thought
feeling more like the streetlamps
each step
like a cough