by Brad Hawkins » November 28th, 2012, 2:49 pm
Putting me in this show would be a mitzvah. Be a mensch and cast me. I won't schmutz it up.
The silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe. A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee. She says "My body is the life; my body is the way." I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet.