the extra

At the bar
She sat there and stared
At me
Was she looking
At my hairline
Or my eyes
That are broken
Windows to a ransacked home
Was she looking
At a me
I didn’t know I ever was
The me I used to be
In this life
Or other lives
She still stared
And I at last
Stared back
She smiled
But I noticed her glance
Was slightly askew
I turned to see
Where her smile landed
And there was some
Action-boy-hero
Who I recognized
From the cover
Of Vanity Are Us
Then
As if GOD
Was speaking to me
I heard a voice
It yelled CUT!
Everyone left
For redvines and hot chocolate
At the craft service table
But I stayed
There alone
And dreamt
As I sipped
My fake margherita