How do you like
living with your own undoing?
I hope the memories are as delightful
as the stories.
I’m enjoying my secret pockets
full of kept daylight –
like bridging the real world outside
and the new world of the film
by drowning out distractions
with Milk Duds
during coming attractions.

Don’t you find it exhausting
to pretend there’s no possibility?
I’m open, though few see the signs.