At the foot of the staircase to the stars– 
in the back of the line of actors drunken
from delusion (I’m going to make it),
each of us with hands full of hangers, 
heads full of the fame
that glimpses a star, a familiar face, 
how we chosen ones flicker
on living room screens
of friends and families– 
a blip, a blur so brief
we were almost never there at all.