We were not underscored by the racing sound
of freeway cars.
But instead, by the rush of blood in ears.
We were not lit by the sodium orange light
of a parking lot.
But the star light was at just the right angle.
We did not have the solid metal support
of a car door.
Though we both found something strong to lean against.

In the urgency of the laugh that never came
we realized we didn’t really need
a dress rehearsal.
Instead, we called it opening night.