the life lived in constant view
of the lens is not a life, but
a string puppetry of moments.
glazed ready-made for human consumption,
you always stare straight at the camera.
i forgot that you make your living
from being light on your feet and never
making promises that you can keep.
Responding a bit here to the lyrical stylings of Anais Mitchell. If you’ve never listened to “Hadestown” all the way through, in one sitting, you ought.