and I’m feeling it, again…
switching channels
like
switching thoughts and
falling perilously close to
jagged memories that just
scar me
over and
over
again.
I’m wondering what tonight
might be like
in another script altogether
another scene where
there are new lines and
a different girl
and someone who knows
what the fuck they are doing
blocking my movement,
mapping it out on stage…
stand here,
cross there…
so I know when to move from a to b
and
don’t have to spend the next 8 months
second guessing why I’m
sleeping in the
wrong bed.
Ad libbing seems
almost cool
when I see
a pro doing it-
when it’s done well-
but when I’m in the midst of
blowing up a scene
I quickly realise
that this shit isn’t getting renewed
and just how many people
I’m putting out of a job
if their roles in this part of my story
depend on my performance,
or that I deliver
the right line
to the right girl
at the right time.
Mostly I’m spouting
free verse
about things I know little
to zilch
about
but playing it cool and
pretending
“I got this”-
if anyone would just stop
and think back to season two, episode 10
they’d figure out that this won’t end well
and I’m destined for
a series ending cliff hanger
that I still haven’t devised a plan
to write myself out of.