Now I emerge.

From another place.

Another time.

I’m trying for a part

In a film

I’m sixteen

I’m in love

Or is it a crush?

What’s the difference?

A love-crush!

Am I his love-crush?

He’s not here.

The other role is not for him.

Yet I have the power

To bring him to me in an ugly room full of poker-faced strangers.

I close my eyes and find him, this beautiful boy.

I inhale.

Ignite my body.

Open my eyes and keep him there.

I speak only to him.

I am an actress.