Also Mutants

The City, Not The Girl

8-6-17

I'm in the middle of shooting a movie
and I have yet to learn my role.
Really, I'm not the star and never was...
it's the majestic landscape recreated
on these backdrops in an old warehouse
that's intended to carry the plot
subliminally directed by the girl
who was found strangled and hung
from the rafters back in '87.
If you listen closely she's in each scene.
And like me, I don't think she
wants to be here. At least
I'm getting a little paycheck and
maybe an Oscar nomination from
the launch pad this vehicle will be
for my career. I left out
a sandwich and a bag of chips
for her one day, as a sort of
peace offering. An hour later
there were only crumbs, and I was
humbly satisfied...until I smelled
the tuna on my costar's breath.
Everyone's a lie in this town-
especially the town, and probably
the murder victim. And perhaps
I haven't forgotten my lines at all...
she just hasn't whisper-moaned
the words everyone thinks they need
to believe in yet. I'm not a good liar,
and I'll convincingly wink with exaggerated
lips to prove it.