“June 3rd Poem” by Doug Jones

He was coming apart.
He liked having somewhere else to be.
He liked how insulated he felt even with an open window.
Outside was different,
different lighting.
He, traveling between outtakes, pretended the doors said “cut” when they closed behind him. He wondered what the actor playing him was like.
He wondered what he was like when the air was the same inside and out.

-Doug Jones

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