delusions of granulated sweetness

by Marty Shambles

i knew you when you were a leading lady
and i was a lowly key grip with the powder blue eyes.
you had me sent for after learning that my
name was elias. you wore elegant silks and
ate in character, because your method was
stanislavski and it had gotten you this far.
you said you needed to see something beautiful
to digest; a visual aperitif. i went home with
you and did what was expected of me and then some.
i don't want to seem flippant about the importance
of keeping the talent satisfied. i saw you there
vaping some tropical flavor.
so elias, how are you getting home?

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