Illuminated by cinema screen

back light, their shadows

pestering the divide

of reality and make-believe,

they do their best to not spoil it for others

yet somehow their presence

is enough to destroy the artifice erected.

Too slow, they reason,

the actors have done nothing

for ten minutes, save eat a pie

and wear a sheet;

no patience some people,

bet they liked the sex scene

in the film before mind.

Ian D. Hall 2017