Sweat and Vanilla [Poem]

Coffee. Stretch. Piano Keys. Vocal warm ups in a locker room shower. Eyelash glue. A photo of him on the mirror. Sweat and vanilla perfume The cracking of joints and the distant beat of a drum. The curtain call. The monotonous Thrill of it all. Plan it out so it doesn't look planned 10 different backup plans If your red bottomed heel breaks you will keep strutting Balancing on the balls of your blistered feet Know your exits. Shoulders back. Eyes up. Hit your marks. Your winks. Sparks. Tell them a story like it's an intimate dinner party The looks on their wondrous faces Their expressions like mood rings Isn't it all so majestic? Of course it is It's a lot of other things too