We don’t pay the extras
They cough too much
So we outsource the background
To A.I.;
it’s better that way
I’ve been told
The meet-cute scene
Was just
Me acting
To a tennis ball
You did your work
Separately
To get your paycheck
And be done with it;
I never met you
When the film was released
It seemed
seamless
And everyone thought
We spent our days
On set
Next year
you won
Best Actor
for the person
you portrayed
off
screen
At night
you returned
to your job
at the slaughterhouse
playing with the fat cows
whispering false promises
of their salvation,
charging your bolt gun
in the next room