I took myself to a party
We sat in a corner
Nervous and out-of-place
With nobody to talk to but
Ourselves, and not being
Schizophrenic, that didn't
Seem like a very good option
So we didn't say anything
We just looked at each other
And wished we were
Somewhere else, the other
So alone outside myself, I
Wondered how he could possibly
Keep it all together.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Temenos, May 2007; New York Minute: An Actor's Memoir, Indelible Mark Publishing,2017)
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