Matinee Light a movie review
Bellows, squeals, howls: a cacophony of mating calls
rising from the planet as ants, elephants, ostriches - everything else
except us - did it.I like the slugs the best, the two flexing like muscles
oh and the swans, they didn't make a wrong move: the football star
and his date on prom night - gliding across the gym.They stuffed in death as filler, a pair of spent salmon
draped from a low-hanging branch, their shredded flesh
trailing in the water, their spines elegantly bent musical instruments.I winced and thought of you as a lady
praying mantis began to munch her suitor's head: the horror
of his body carrying on like that, pulsing, faithful to her stillas we shuffled out: the couple ahead of me
holding hands - meeting matinee light
with that dazed expression of lovers.