The actor belts “Oklahoma,” 
illumination burrowed in his pupils. 
Arms drift up, fingers convulse 
with praise. 
He beams in pocked leather, 
whiffs of licorice, 
thick with his disembodied father. 
Pledges to Dad by make-believe. 
He lilts the lines, script a scrap, 
character supine, sheeted. 

The agent lumbers under girth, 
eyes chopping down, 
leaving the actor 
a severed tether 
to ethereal life. 

The actor reaches for Dad’s figure, 
who turns to him, in sparked daylight, 
eyes exploding stars, frozen, 
smirk dividing the son— 
psyche cast out, 
a body surfaces, 
fidgeting with effect. 
The child’s origins become 
pixels, sunward.