extra casting agency visited to enter lottery for Golden Work Tickets
coffee shop where I felt out of step with real actors
motel where I took Traffic School seriously--unlike classmates
former network studio with tiny-in-reality TONIGHT SHOW stage
duplex where friend and I watched latter-day Marlon Brando on TV
public library branch where I read poetry to friends and strangers
>
wishing these memories
could be retroactively assembled
in an upward trajectory
instead of being random,
it-happened-then-it-was-over
episodes of life
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