Self-Tape Audition

The casting director asks I say my name to camera with a smile
To show the thirsty lens my hands: front and then back
Profiles: left, right, then back to center

Some days I rewatch the footage of me doing so
as a reminder that I am still here
A reminder that we are all still here

Making art
Making love
Making moves or making do

The “normal” we are longing to return to is a bus that will never come
But today, today is a bench at a bus stop begging us to recognize
that the world is still moving around us

I don’t know if I will book the gig
You do not know if you will land the role you are looking for
We all go about living anyway