It is ten p.m. The diva must die in the next twenty minutes,
preferably of consumption. Programs cease to rustle,
and from the stalls, mother-of-pearl opera glasses
zoom in on the soprano’s forlorn cleavage, her pale lips
celebrating her own demise.
–Excerpt from “A Night at the Opera” in Jumping Off the Train by Donna Pucciani (Blue Forge Press, Washington 2007). First published in Prairie Light Review.