Celebrity

I can write
throughout this night,
without rest
without fail.
Failure is reserved for actions
unperformed
and ignored.
Like the sounding bell
of the road
like the miracle
never foretold.

I dream of success,
pretend to be a princess,
with the world at my tiny feet.
The Fabulous Life lived
to the hilt.
Though it never takes shape in actuality
Nor ever will.

Life has always been
a dream
whether awake
or asleep.
The world, my audience-
it attends
and extracts
performances
of a lifetime.
Acts of resilience
Acts of death
Acts of power
Act in every breath
Every move, every phase.

Now, I am in rehab,
crying over being unreal
But that is not a deal.
A performance - even this.


This was in response to some of my favourite newsmakers - female actors, musicians - ending up in rehab for abuse of substance, emotions and the rest.