in the same storm at the same time
you’ve always felt completely
alone
you lift the needle and Carousel
goes back on the shelf
you pull out The Fantasticks
(the original cast recording with Jerry Orbach)
feminists have a legitimate beef
with The Fantasticks, too
in fact, it’s hard to find a Broadway musical
that isn’t sexist or misogynistic
(ahem, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers)
you can’t help it
you’re a feminist who loves musicals
you’re a paradox
when you were little
your granddad played the records for you
he let you hold the album covers
and read along with the lyrics
in between numbers
he told you the story of every show
number one rule for life in a musical:
when the shit hits the fan, burst into song
no one in a musical is told to lower their voice
to avoid a scene
they belt their feelings to the back row
of the theater
not that you want to be a performer. you don’t
but you like the honesty of it
you and your granddad both loved The Fantasticks