I always love watching movies, because I get lost in them. I become the character; I feel sadness, anger, loneliness and love with the protagonist on screen. But what I wanted to write was a short poem about the tingly feeling you get when the movie ends, and you remember who you are — like waking up from a trance.
escape on Friday nights
to a new reality under the projector lens
feel the pieces
that fit like puzzles through your bones
science fiction
astronaut
doctor
alcoholic
action
thirty
twelve
— they are all you
and the dialogue that rings through
your axis
as you
spend time off of your face
masked by a new singularity
full of sparking broken glass
and cheesy ad-libs
but when the credits roll
you begin to remember your
own face
and feel your
own finger tips
