Most days, I wish I were a fancam of that band you love. My mouth a broken beam of light I wrap around the words of our song. My body would glitch between the moves of that one dance and that other dance and that other dance and sometimes my lips would even match the words. Play me on repeat. Watch where I’m gasping for the right mouthshape. Rewind. There’s a gap between the sound you hear and the sound I want to make. Again. Do you see it? Most nights your phone bathes the whole room in love. I fall asleep glowing. Repeat. I fall asleep glowing. Again. Even with my eyes closed I see where you’re not looking. Again. I think my whole life has been training for this.