Filmed in 8mm

 

She’s filmed in 8mm.

It’s the inches

From a white medicine cabinet mirror

That makes me click it on.

Cat eyes finished

And streaked hair curled,

A perfume mist disappears

Against her winter pale neck.

 

In playback she’s a 60’s movie star

Before the red carpet walk.

It’s the late red eyed nights

That I watch it.

 

Tonight she’s almost here.

Tonight I let the film go longer.

Tonight I pretend she’s looking

At me again.