Wednesday, July 22, 2020

New Poem: HOLLYWOOD

in 1932, she walked into Bullocks Wilshire
bought the best she could afford
then stood by the studio gates until chosen
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days of learning how to talk, how to stand, how to diet
posing for publicity photographs
coerced into coitus by men who say you have to say yes
dress extra, bit player, supporting actress, star
marriages to leading men who wanted other stars on the side
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even with a support system of friends and employees,
there’s constant pain, a yearning to stop this nonsense
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then the contract runs out—make way for others
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one day after the war,
she’s arrested for speeding down Topanga
after that, B pictures, TV series, then retirement
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they buried her out in the back
of the church known as
Our Lady of the Cadillacs
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in 1989, she walked into Beverly Center

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