Two Poems

Kathi Wolfe

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August 2012

Till We Had Faces

    for Barbara Gittings
       Gay people didn't have a face until Barbara
       started demonstrating in 1965.
       —Mark Segal, publisher, Philadelphia Gay News

Before your time:
Blinkered eyes
hollow chest
straw legs
tin arms
thirsty lips
untuned ears
in darkened corners.

Because of you:
Betty Boop
ears tuned
to sassy sounds
of the camp meeting.

A Rude Awakening

Getting out of the shower,
with the day-glo curtain,
the goddess was shocked,
to discover
she was not only naked
but hungry.  In Celluloid
Land, I never want breakfast,
she thought, in the morning
I'm buried in black and white
stardust.  When you die,
the diva knew, you go
dressed to the nines
to The World of Color.
A red terrycloth bathrobe
hugged her newly pink skin.
Am I really dead? she wondered.
I haven't seen the daily rushes.
Where are my sunglasses?
The stars are too bright,
too eager, for their close-ups

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©2012 Kathi Wolfe
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Kathi Wolfe is a writer, poet and a Senior Writer and columnist for Scene4.
Her reviews and commentary have also appeared in an array of publications.

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