for Olivia
One day
we were in the back of the video store
looking at porn together
trying to find something beautiful
something loving and aesthetically pleasing
and you kept loudly denouncing
the films for being so stupid and degrading
you were the only woman in the room
and I was the only young man
and the middle-aged men all around us
fidgeted nervously because of your words
and I loved you for it.
I walked past the video store today
and looked at the posters: most of them display
the women that the world considers
its most beautiful. They are nightmarishly blank,
their flat eyes horrify me. And you with your
heartbreakingly gentle hands, you with your
elegant eyelashes, you with your naked eyes
trembling, are not here.
2 comments:
Dear Luke,
I am waiting, impatient and wide-eyed, for more of your poetry. It is rare to come upon works of such substance.
Yours,
Milesly
PS: She sounds beautiful. I'm sorry she's not there anymore.
Dear Milesly (a lovely name that I've never encountered before)--
Hopefully your wide and impatient eyes will be cured shortly after Christmas, when I will be posting more recent works.
--Luke
PS--She is beautiful, and, fortunately for me, she has not abandoned me after all. (Her temporary departure made for some good grieving). But I thank you for your sympathy.
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