How many times had she seen this flick?
The first time her hymen burst
from the impact of the lead’s hawkishly handsome face
The second time her brains scrambled into goo
from the erotic breakfast interlude shot like a commercial
The third time her lungs shut down
when the lead couple (recovering from a tsunami) was raped by a hospital staff
The fourth time she gave birth
when the ingénue, locked up in a mental institution, was proposed marriage by the hawkishly handsome lead
The fifth time she stabbed the patron next to her with a nail file from her purse
just as the ingénue – in response to being cheated on – accidentally fell out of a discotheque window
The sixth time she cooked up a Pu Pu platter at the back of the theatre for all the patrons
just as the newly sassy ingénue fed her hawkishly handsome ex into a meat grinder filled with her discarded Prozac
Ah, the power of psychosomatic cinema!
James Mirarchi grew up in Queens, New York. In addition to his poetry collections, Venison and Dervish, he has written and directed short films, which have played festivals. His poems have appeared in several independent literary journals. Links to his work can be found @ www.thehydratedpoet.blogspot.com/
At the edge of a great snowfield Louie Otesanek grew different shapes and shades. His palms are wide and dark and mingled with the highest sky. See more of his work here.