linger, ride, everything on a note, the punchline, the time between what is said and what is kept between the lines, between us, this big secret, the black and white photograph swept in the back seat of the car you rarely drive around, because of the candy-apple-red Ferrari out front
we are november-born,
forgotten in this dust heap
while the movie stars (in their minds, bloated with circus animals and war zone placards) primp and preen for selfies, blowing up their unironic duck lips — stick out your non-existent T&A, maybe Corporate Hope will tag you for the next front cover of this revolving series of Netflix scores
god, you’re all whores lapping up the caviar trough
pretending to be ill-gotten peasants in the grand scheme of things,
while we, the real november babies, bake our own chocolate cakes and make our own spaghetti with meat sauce from scratch, dreaming of five-star destination restaurants, where they toast to our good fortune and we look like Marilyn Monroe and Elvis
ladybug, ladybug, fly away
“See your eyes when I close mine. See your span in skies. Feel your fire each time I fall, and I fight to rise.” —NORI
INSPIRED BY THE WORLD PREMIERE OF NORI’S SINGLE, “I SEE YOU.” REVIEW COMING ON MEDIUM/FESTIVAL PEAK SOON.
Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on November 21, 2020.