On James Franco

i had a dream about you
once.
we were driving down desert roads
smoking laughing talking breathing being
and i thought you were Okay.

i thought we were going to be Okay.

so i traced your lineage back to Freaks and Geeks and i traversed through roots of your family tree and you seemed Okay
to me.

but i forgot you played a bully in Spiderman. i forgot
your box office love letter to boisterous white boy beatniks in
Howl. i realize, now,
this is foreshadowing.

i followed you on Instagram and liked
most of your pictures, thinking those
crow-footed grins belonged only to
me.

in my dream,
we shared more than just a blunt
but an understanding–

we would be Okay.

in my dream,
you double tapped ashes out the car window.
i realize, now,
this is foreshadowing.

so you double tapped her photo
#nofilter                           only desire.

you sent her a message
wanting to double tap that ass
and you admitted to this
live                                 no filter
and we forgot about this role
and i thought you were Okay.

i realize,
now,
this is not the case.

 

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