child memorizing
Shakespeare
bird calls repeat
in the living room
Macbeth vacillates
microwave beeps
neighborhood lawnmowers
our favorite lines
in unison
if the assassination
could trammel up the —
cats yawn
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The teenager is taking on the persona of a Scottish king this summer. The house is full of bloody and inimitable words.
Red Dragonfly 
Remember, we never call this play by its title. It’s “the scottish play.” That’s how you protect yourself from the curse.
Ah yes. 🙂 But the director of my son’s (amazing) youth Shakespeare company discourages this superstition, probably because he doesn’t want to have to deal with twenty small children (they take them as young as seven) crying from their nightmares if they should accidentally slip and use the M-word. 🙂