We diddled a bit
in the rear
of the crowded
elevator to our floor.
Then more
knee to knee
in the seats.
The performance
was part genius
and part the witty
vinegar of revenge.
Afterwards he met
us backstage,
makeup running
with sweat.
He looked up when
he saw her.
Then signed his
photo with felt pen.
E. A. Costa 3 January, 2015 Granada, Nicaragua
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