“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.

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 (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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