The theater trips around outside,
standing beneath telephone poles,
egging on a parking meter.
They bark C'MON and HEY
with many E's in the middle.
A dumb act on stilts, stalking
past the Ritz Carlton in defiance.
Someone left the light on in their car.
No one notices. Dogs bark at cars
afraid of their intentions.
I limp beneath the rows of bulbs
lining the ceiling, hands
on my mouth, unable to make a sound
that could be heard from
the all-night diners of Chinatown.
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