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
Can’t make eye contact long enough
To even squander a gaze.