of course I did! Just like
tonight, in the Grand Ballroom
of the Internet, clutching the
shrunken heads of
Miranda Lambert and
Scarlett Johannson
like golden statuettes,
entirely too close
to my heart, strangling
them like realizing
they were actually
something people’s
choice, somebody’s
people, but strangling
them with love,
believing them mine,
my very own Oscar darlings,
heavy as lead, but if I can get them
just—close—enough to the semi-persistent
thrump-thrump-thrumpeting, they’ll be as
forever mine & as molten as James Franco’s
heartbreakingly-withdrawn over-bitten bearing
and that inconspicuous bottom lip.
