as i made my way to the front of the assembled crowd.
ahead of me was a noted celebrity, and i thought i
knew his name.
but no, it wasn't who i guessed.
it was Matisse!
he certainly wasn't my best friend or even, in
such circumstances, an intimate acquaintance.
and i saw Cocteau with a green face who
seemed eclipsed
by the expressive music of tonights' show:
i could always
count on his envy, so clear and simple, like a sustained whole note
held for an indefinite length of time.
eternity, i thought.
he was upset and tried
to grab my attention.
when he spoke,
i noticed also his tongue and teeth were green.
i noticed also his tongue and teeth were green.
he invited me to contribute a poem for his next play which
was due to open a month later.
i wrote a piece about androgyny.
he loved it and promised
to dress the part of a liberated woman.
to dress the part of a liberated woman.
later, when he gave birth,
he unbuttoned his blouse and released two helium-filled balloons.
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