Many years ago, I worked as a film and television extra for a few months. Interspersed with temporary jobs at insurance companies and accounting firms, the onscreen background work paid no more than ... [+]
Of restaurant windows
Clinging to it
They mirror the fog
Pressing into the corners of everything
And the space in between
The restaurant is a
puddle of light in the
world
Soaking across the parking lot
Sponging helplessly at the mist
The mayflies just
stare inside greedily
Swallowing the
electric bulbs
whole