Squandering Squanderer

I am jealous.

I wish I could act, and make

Eye contact. I also wish

I could dance without worrying about

Breaking my ankle again.

I think that I might possibly be

Some sort of acting talent, in the same way

That other random actors who aren’t

Image ideals used to get gigs, but nowadays–

If you aren’t streaming half naked

If you aren’t soft-porno material

You aren’t gonna make it, and

I might be that, even still, but again

I just

Can’t make eye contact long enough

To even squander a gaze.