On Producing Goth Night

One of Many Poems

perhaps
through clenched teeth
internal counts
regulated breaths
and the force of will
perhaps
this day can work
will work
we’ll work through
your bad attitude
backhanded remarks
unprofessional behavior
perhaps
no one will know
that behind the scenes
we’re gritting teeth
pushing through
torn muscles
bruised bones
rest deprivation
to create magic
perhaps
we’ll do it all again next time
and be paid in nothing but our own blood
or perhaps
something will change