A friend once treated me to the ballet.
She was sure I’d love it. And I did.
Except.
We had ticketed seats.
The ones in front of us were empty
Until two women from the cheap seats
In back ushered themselves there.
Ladies in my row took umbrage.
And rather than simply enjoy
The incredible grace and flexibility
On stage,
The rest of the performance
Was tainted by increasingly personal
Comments directed forward,
Down to insulting the clip-on earrings.
The ears shook with indignation.
I thought that only happened in books.
I left the theater shaken by the visceral
Experience of hell
Made by boring, ordinary human cruelty.
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