or, once more, with feeling!
A poem about the dip.
i think we have a winner on our hands!
finally,
after years of searching,
someone is willing to take their clothes off to be in my movie!
“i’m thrilled to introduce
the only one of us that i’m paying
to be a part of this voluntary production i’m arranging!”
what do you want for dinner tonight?
kobe beef?
i’m buying.
the rest of them, give ’em ramen with egg!
now stroke, stroke, stroke for Sadie Benning’s sake!
despite the way it was written, i swore to you that if the role wasn’t fitting
i’d make it so you were smitten –
so what if i came off a little weird?
i was probably on my period.
men get them, too. it’s true!
but only when we’re in a mood.
the rest of you are here for the experience
and if you had any sense you’d shut your mouths and let me run things how i want
“but if you have a problem with anything –
however incriminating –
i’ll gladly take the flagellating without much debating.”
but my look at the time! let’s get to shooting
the most important scene in the entire movie!
you should have told me you had a double-mastectomy.
no, no, no pretext,
we’ll just do it the way it was written.
get in the shower and play with your kitten –
or pretend; whatever’s fitting –
while we silhouette you on this side of the door.
remember: with vigor!
it may sound like a perigon
but it’s narratively-necessary to show how your character is panic-stricken.
//jf 8.13.2022
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