I can't believe she went from
cub reporter to old saw so fast,
wise enough to teach
the public
about what she does,
computer screen with
the company website
and ragged-edged print copies
with her byline under
each tale,
she telling me she
needed me
to be there to give her confidence
when in truth, she
does all right on her own,
so used to being up
there
on stage that is not
a stage
I feel as if I am the
cub reporter
she once claimed herself to be,
more a witness or the shill
old time vaudeville performers salted
the audience with,
expected to laugh or clap
at the appropriate
moment
so that the rest of
her audience
might pick up on the cue,
though in fact,
I need a wink or a nod to tell me
when to laugh or clap
and a score card to figure out
if I've done it all
right.
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