Uta Hagen calls me out

from the grave:

“You’ve gotten lazy,

complacent.

You need to begin again,

reinvigorate.

Find the continuity

of your character.

Stop fucking it up

and phoning it in.”

Stella Adler,

in an adjacent grave,

rolls over and nods.

Nearby, Meisner and Stanislavsky

snicker while playing chess

amongst the headstones and gargoyles.