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Jean Villepique
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The Rehearsal
This one is late, and that one can’t stand it. Always only about five minutes-- But, sometimes almost ten. And, that one cracks Her mental knuckles, As that one angles her heels for dragging.
The greeting is slightly forced. The timing of the hug is off.
The Audition
Oh, I pretended to be a librarian today to try and get a job. A librarian Who thinks her male friend will love her-- Or, is proposing. But-- He doesn’t and he isn’t. And, oh, I pretended to be crushed. And, then, I pretended to get ready to get even.
If I can pretend all of this, and look like I am in my late twenties, I might get health care or a new car.
The Costume
The tights are a little small-- The stomach leans over and out. Close to the end of the period-- Masturbation is not an option.
The Cold
When did I become the person who checks the mucus in the tissue?
The Meal At 5:15
The Viewing
My television is so small and thick Nothing fits on its tiny screen anymore. In a scene where two actors stand far apart, I maybe get-- The tips of their faces Their hands flashing in an argument. Mostly I see-- The wall behind them. The kitchen counter between them. Or, the fish tank.
It is more of a voice-over this way, And, the fish are the ones arguing about you never loved me.
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Jean Villepique is from New Jersey, then Chicago, then New York, and now Los Angeles. She wrote and performed at The Second City in Chicago for several years and now works as a writer and actress in Los Angeles. She is also in a duo called The Artists, performing light rock covers in the greater Los Angeles area with one Kit Pongetti.
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