Line

“Line … line” came the actor’s plaintive cry,
the rehearsal had been dragging on,
it was late, the lighting crew were arguing
as dark shadows crossed the actor’s face,
everyone’s muscles ached
“ly’n” came the script supervisor’s response
“what?” the actor looked up, face askew
“ly’n, as in, he’s LY’N, he’s always ly’n”
the actor went back to combing the actress’s hair
her head jerked when he hit a snag
she woke with a start.
she had been dozing, had been dreaming of long silky hair,
she always dreamed that she had hair like that
in stead her head jerked again, another snag
“line” she asked
the script supervisor just sighed