Prescription Cinema

I had an idea for myself and my life.

It was a fantasy of tantalizing girlhood dreams,

that somehow to live I must balance both sets of toes

between the sidewalk and the street line,

between recreational and addictive routines,

between femininity, confident fragility, and hardass mannerisms.

I thought to live,

I must stroke the burgundy seats

of the movie theater,

and bottle the way

young girls lived glamorized toxicity

up into a prescription pill and

1, 2, 3, swallow

1, 2, 3, smile

1, 2, 3, proceed to

recreate their tangle within my hair,

harboring intrigue between my shirt and skin.

I thought to live I must force myself to act with a smile,

because that was the only time I was told I was beautiful.

I had an idea for myself,

but I began following the script I saw in my seat instead.  

I used to have an idea for myself and my life.

I can’t seem to remember what it was.

1, 2, 3, proceed to

swallow.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Great to see something different. You have caught in an original way your 'dreams'. There are some really wonderful images in this short poem like 'harboring intrigue between my shirt and skin ' and 'force myself to act with a smile'.
Very clever and subtle.
Regards,
Alan

[The Nude Writer]

Wow. Not what I was expecting. But, better! :) Wild concept. I love it!