Box

White noise, blank faces

Staring into a box

They are told what to eat

How to look, what women to desire

They are given lives, not their own

They excape, not ever needing to

Shifted into the skin of another,

Laughting as them, crying as them, squirming under the pressure as if they were there

They talk about the people on the box as if they know them

They talk about he the lives of characters as if they lived them

They sit until they grow into the pictures on the box

As they stare

White nose, blank faces