she asks you where the seats
are.
I hope they aren't in
the middle.
I hate the middle seats.
I can't get out
when I'm in the middle
and it's crowded. please,
please tell me
our seats are on the end,
but in the center
of the auditorium,
not too close, I cant
watch when I'm too close,
my neck hurts,
and not too far back
either. I don't like
to wear my glasses when
I'm too far away.
so I pray that the seats
are down a dozen rows
from the back
and up a dozen from
the front. what do the tickets
say? where are they?
sold out you tell her,
pocketing the tickets,
and shrugging. oh, oh
what a shame she sighs,
I did so want to see
that wonderful play.
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