Poetry
"Movie-Making"
By Gabrielle Oliver
By Gabrielle Oliver
In a flash of confidence, you captured me
mouth parted as if about to say something
impertinent, churlish even
my call for space though common
in our ruffled sheet music, made sense told you
all sweet no-
things rot. Your body wanted
satisfaction with motion pictures taken
in my bedroom and like that ‒
our dynamic fell on a final bar line out of nowhere.
mouth parted as if about to say something
impertinent, churlish even
my call for space though common
in our ruffled sheet music, made sense told you
all sweet no-
things rot. Your body wanted
satisfaction with motion pictures taken
in my bedroom and like that ‒
our dynamic fell on a final bar line out of nowhere.