no commute
no acting class
no soundtrack to reconstruct
the hour
a small gesture to yourself

do just enough
putting on an upbeat song

your favourite dress

a constant dream of routine
an acting stream of repeats
an archiving extension of me
fountain thinking

just pretend i'm the tv
a narrative ambient
of facts and fantasy

everyone in t-shirts
gently tugging
while they work out their distance
thinking like seaweed could
squinting in winter