Afternoon Tea with a Friend Who Mistook Me for a Vanity Mirror
I do desire we may be better strangers.
— As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 2, Line 254; Orlando to Jacques
She called it venting;
I called it theater.
On a loop, it was non-stop tragedy
with no intermission.
When I spoke of my dreams,
she'd flinch, as if I had farted
during her soliloquy.
So, I paid the bill.
She kept the punchline.
Now we’re strangers again—
better cast this time.
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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