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How I Go To the Movies

I go to the movies like a thief goes into an Italian villa
silent, through the back
window, on tiptoe
with flashlight to uncover
antiquities and the hidden safe.

After Chungking Express,
I ate nothing but canned pineapple
in heavy syrup for weeks


I go to the movies to be alone in a crowd,
to slip anonymous into
the back row and hunker,
the way an assassin moves
into traffic after the kill.

After Vertigo,
I pretended to be someone else
until you made me me again.


I go to the movies like an inmate goes to the movies,
slightly scared and a little
resentful, to kill two hours
of a lifetime sentence, laughing
off the chains of this world.

After Breathless,
I talked for 24 hours nonstop
and was finally shot in the street.






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4/9/2008
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