Green Hills Literary Lantern

 

A Perfect Movie For a Thursday Afternoon

The film unfolds its off-beat story, a bitter joke
about two men, one dying who didn’t want to,
one who wanted to and didn’t know how.
I laugh out loud and never feel lonely because soon
I’ll go home to cook dinner and he’ll come home from work.
We’ll sit down to eat. We won’t talk much.
I like the silence of a theatre before the movie begins,
the life already determined and unrevealed,
unlike this one, which we both already know:
A man is dying who doesn’t want to,
a woman goes to a matinee and waits for the lights to dim.
In the silence, she plans the meal she is going to cook,
ticking off the vegetables in the refrigerator--
carrots, broccoli, green beans, cabbage, peas.

 



Florence Weinberger is the author of three poetry collections, The Invisible Telling Its Shape (Fithian Press,1997) Breathing Like a Jew (Chicory Blue Press, 1997), and Carnal Fragrance (Red Hen Press, 2004.) Twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, her poetry has appeared in numerous literary magazines and anthologies. She lives in a mobile home in Malibu, California, overlooking the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, constantly fighting the ocean’s need to be rendered into poetry.