And after the lying and cheating
and scratching and beating
and lusting and raging,
deceiving and craving,
after almost three hours
we finally know
that no one, no one
is a hero.
And we walk
through the rain
on this imperfect night
to the stain of our cars
and our imperfect lives.
And it rains.
In the great cast list,
my name will be
listed as the woman
who always played me—
the one who never
quite got the role right,
but damn,
she showed up
with her lines
every night.