When we watched movies
I want to watch one bad movie
after another, and when I’ve seen them all I will read all the bad books, the bad, rubbishy books with their stock characters and ridiculous plots, and then I will listen to Europop— no, country music, I’ll listen to Europop and country music and the entire back-catalogue of Celine Dion while I eat triple cheeseburgers, grease running down my chin. I want to grow fat and to start smoking. I want to stub out my cigarette in a fried egg, I want to live in that Hitchcock movie, which isn’t a bad movie at all, but more like the ones we watched when we watched movies, not art-house exactly, but VistaVision kitsch— how we loved the beautiful actors, their quick, brittle voices, their antique brio. We grasped their warm hands. The room filled with snow.
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