Scarlett

Scarlett, sometime in the seventies

on the black and white basement TV

we watched Gone With the Wind.

Over the years, I’ve heard men

deride you as hateable, manipulative,

but Scarlett, you lived for what you loved.

I was ten years old and knew nothing of the world,

and so when my brother said,

“She spends the whole movie crying

just to get her way,” I was puzzled.

I wondered what was wrong with that.

(Appeared in Comedy on Parade Programme, July 2008; Recited at miscellaneous readings, including Loudmouth at the Mack and Poetry Prose & Pints.)

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