Edgar runs through his lines for months.
He videotapes himself
pacing and gesticulating
in the living room. He writes
notes on each performance. When he's pleased,
a simple 'good' and the time pencilled
into the margin. When he believes
some intonation or off-guard pose
falls below par, whole rows of 'NO!
NO! NO! NO! NO!' underscored, then
white hot screeds, castigating
his ineptitude. 'Sometimes
I think you don't want
to be Captain Hook,' he writes,
pressing so hard
the lead snaps.
Keep 'em coming big guy.
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