Kathryn Gray

Two Poems


after Douglas Sirk

Take me to the country club in my red dress.
Make me locally infamous.

Fix me a Martini—Dry—
I am getting weepy. I almost want to die.

O take me, please, to the clinic in Zurich.
I’m not being ironic

I cannot see to see!
You—you have blinded me!

Be my gardener,
and I can make the moves like Lana Turner:

look what my eyeballs are doing now!
This is all that heaven allows,

and then some (uh, OK, that’s Jane Wyman).
Don’t say I am, I am a poor imitation—

O, you. Magnificent. Obsession.



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