There’s a moment where you aren’t sure
if a train is going to crash through the wall of your bedroom
or if the heater is just turning on slowly.
I can see the uncertainty in your eyes.
I’m never certain,
not one hundred per cent,
which page we’re on in the script,
but I got good at improv I guess
because no one hated me until
one person did.
is an obvious tornado,
comical and fierce,
that never fully
allows you to stop and think.
is the eye
slave to thought pushing
everything always in
yet calm— a calf in the moment it becomes Halal.
Yes, people are all magnetized,
pushing and pulling in various directions,
waiting to fit,
desperate to be seen from some other camera angle,
and it’s exhausting.
So we excuse a little hate.