NEW YORK PLAYHOUSE

An unreal reel
in the wired center
fold in high society
going by me to buy
a Manhattan transfer
as a mta power line
falls for us
on our way
to an audition
about a woman
in a Village shelter
putting a topping
on a Marilyn Monroe
battered birthday cake
she cooked
and prepared
the frosting,
she sewed our costumes
until the bottom fell out:
liberation.