self-directed

no commute
no acting class
no soundtrack to reconstruct
the hour

a small gesture to yourself

do just enough
exercise
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

relieved

everyone in t-shirts
gently tugging
while they work out their distance

thinking like seaweed could

squinting in winter