"Come find the treasure, the unlocked doors, the languid afternoons. Wax food. Scrapes on the face. Manufactured anger. Come, come peek, behind the bars, behind the fences, between legal and perfected corridors. Where monsters walk free, and fairies have been castrated. We are waiting for the waiter, the injured man, the caretaker, and the motorcyclist. To tell them when they arrive, that everything has changed." • • • 🎇 opheliarassburlesk #burlesque #montrealburlesque #burlesquephotography #burlesqueperformer #poetry #poetrycommunity