poem

 Movie Review

We bought tickets 

To a long, inscrutable movie

Even the subtitles don’t make sense

It’s hard to tell if what we’re seeing

Is supposed to be happening

Or if it’s just some mechanical

Malfunction with the projector

This was supposed to be a special night

You paid for dinner and I told you

Things I’ve never said before

The only time I cry is at movies 

Or when I’m tired and alone

I thought this would also do the trick

Because sometimes you need

A good cry

Holding hands in the dark

Would be the perfect title 

For a movie based on our life 

Weeks later you could read reviews

Of the film between the lines

Of a hastily written poem

4/20/26