Untitled: Indie Film

I am a movie critic, and a projector.

I am also the blank screen.

You didn't like my put-on features.

 

Film gets impacted in my wheel.

Everything inside me seized up:

I am an inanimate moving-picture.

 

I am also the usher—

I know you're in another house.

 

I want to peep through the curtain.

I know it will hurt my eyes;

Our place is so darkened inside.

 

...Is it still our home if I'm alone?

 

Did you like that indie film he showed you?

 

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