You try the switch
In the stifling dark hall
Nothing
The audience leans
Forward
The only soundtrack
Is your heartbeat
Your hands
Like scouts
Move along the wall
Feeling the shape of a door
The audience holds its breath
A woman whispers
“Don't go in there.”
The young men
Want to see you
Skewered
The old brass knob
Is cold
You are either very courageous
Or a fool
On this side
You'll never know which
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