Never Ingrid.
If he whistled Bogie, I whispered Bacall. Put your lips together
and blow.

Tangerine glow
Dreamily disconnected from the subtext.
Past lights –

atomic test sites. Pink silk
garter, stockings, head turned sideways – watching

Impossibly hard
dialogue, mostly stage business: yes no yes yes. You

by Angela Brommel

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Poetry at the Movies