In a Hollywood studio
an actress is preparing
to fall in love for
the third time that day.
and make up is concerned
that her complexion
is too paisley under lights.
and the director is worried
she’ll drop a line and they
will have to re-shoot.
and her would be lover
is in his trailer drinking Perrier
practicing his smirk.
so when he runs into her
and she looks into his eyes
and their lips meet
in a perfect fast action close up
everything will go smoothly.
Back in my world,
there is a half-finished soda
staining a half-hearted poem
to a girl I haven’t met.
And if a camera would pan
across the strewn blue jeans
and t-shirts, my single line
voiceover would cue
“who should I be today?”
