"The Movie."
This is a poem about being--
about the tendency that I have of being at one
remove from reality sometimes.
It's as if it's about seeing your life as if you
were seeing it in a movie.
This is called "The Movie."
"He takes himself into the room and sits
and the movie begins without titles or music.
It is always like this.
The woman enters the room of his dream, and he is absent,
and she looks around madly.
The weather turns.
The woman washing dishes, feeding the children goes on
with her life then the music begins,
and he sees himself materialize there by her side.
He kisses her on the cheek.
She smiles, where have you been?
If he succeeds in the pretence that he is her husband that she
has borne his children and troubles,
then he will have grown old in his absence.
He will be a man in the kitchen with his wife.
He will have abdicated ecstasy for this moment.
Then the titles begin, the story of your life."