Pirating the latest prestige drama, I am faced with a question:
Do you want to fuck an older woman who lives in your area?

No. I’m not interested in that.
I click full screen

as the hero tries to drown his daughter in the bathtub.
He does it as if he knows

it’s a movie, I’m watching him and I want him
to go through with it.

Coward. The baby isn’t even real!
Art that risks nothing is worth nothing.

I want to complain to my boyfriend
but he’s traveling, or never really existed.

When I get this way I should enjoy nature.
I should rollerblade or pick daisies, only

this actor, turning off the tap, keeps looking
almost straight into the camera. I think if he does

I’ll feel like I’m seeing myself, although
the idea that we are all caught up

in some narrative someone else might dub
“disturbing” is surely wishful thinking.

Representation matters.
No it doesn’t. It does

because I said so.
Okay. Can I continue

or are the credits already rolling
and am I weeping, having enjoyed myself.