to be in motion pictures after the war,
that is what I dream about, life in black and white;
not to be a movie star with sultry eyes and off-the-
shoulder gown, perfect clavicle accentuating
the neck; it’s the other girl, the b-roll girl; with her up-or-down do,
smiling and waving that quick wave,
like royalty fast forward;
the girl who made knee-length,
nipped waist jacket,
freckles,
hats and loafers
look sexier than mini,pinched, crop-ped,
not Photoshopped.
to live in graytones; before America became
obese…with greed, back when being cultured
was okay,
and openly gay, or black with a fair shake, or
a woman with a say, was
the color that shone through,
giving life to the shadow;
to be in motion pictures after the war,
that is what I dream about.
