The Actress
2010 |
1.
Whatever she feels, she can pretend to feel
An uninvited guest
Melancholy fears subject to whims, styles, fads
No losses
Every so often he heals and his healed parts act
a little off
They don’t think you’re funny, they think you’re twisted
It’s big, stiff, juicy
We’re never really here and we really don’t care what you think
Go steeply in
2.
I used to buy a root beer everyday before school
Macho-man, they called me “root beer”
Time ravages them they don’t look like before
The stuff, the thin sinew of life
Interstices of bone I adore her light tone
Intuitive, yearning, sure
3.
Just two ways of dealing with pain: fantasy and stoicism
10 years, cancer of the jaw
30 operations, and all he would take was aspirin
She caught a cough
Started spitting blood, wouldn’t eat, pale
The black hole of your heart
Dark clouds come No one protects me
Our lives create cadavers
Why? You can’t control the way your heart beats
She never feels safe
4.
He could mimic anyone He resented overly familiar behavior
A talented exile, an innocent outsider
If you felt half the pain you gave me you’d be in agony
Happily then reliving some childish thing
Though you left a few hours ago I still feel you’re here
You and me
Sometimes you get lost down there... O baby, if you only knew
Helicopter dreams— bitter, airy, loud
Beautiful now, she astonished then A kind of happy, aristocratic family resemblance
So stark, dark, wild, and proud
-July 18, 2010-
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