trans parence

The Impresarios

Do you remember the troupe we watched improvise

the parts of our lives we called out to them?

They’d laid a parquet floor in an east-end squat.

We sat on a candle-lit mattress.

And do you remember how, when someone

recognised the zenith of a scene, they would clap

once, and the actors would freeze, for a moment,

before they left the makeshift stage?

Did I clap too soon?

-Theodore Best