“Actor, Dancer”

The light hailing
down to centre stage

prickles and itches
every part it can touch.

Skin, stings.
Eyes, blind.
Memory, fades.

The fuel in me that used to be electrifying
is now paralyzing,
lingering its
way into a heart attack.

Now You’re the missing electric boots and a mohair suit,
the ones we read in some magazine, now old and tattered up forgotten.

No,
it doesn’t feel weird anymore
because overdoses of narcissism

can be susceptible to phobias
of ever believing in Yourself.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (he/him) is a Filipino poet and producer based in south west London. His recent poems have appeared in TAYO Literary Magazine, harana poetry, MacMillan and bath magg. He is a producer for London open mic night Poetry and Shaah and co-founder of Liwayway Kolektibo, an arts and culture network providing space for UK-based Filipino/a/x creatives. His debut pamphlet, War Dove, was published by Bad Betty Press in 2020. Photo taken by Ray Roberts.

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