Dress me up by Frank G. Kariosis
I want to be played by Uma Therman
dressed in a silver dress
falling from her pungent shoulders down to the floor
viscous in the key of champagne.
Let her thumb stick out
as it used to in hitchhiking
for Robins;
she might ask to not have to do her hair in a bob
for the fifty-first time but the director
will have to make that call really, they have a vision -
or that’s what they tell actresses on day one.
She might ask to tighten the shoot schedule, she is,
she says, flying to Bora Bora for the paparazzi.
No matter what else happens though, the silver dress
on a cold balcony with a full ashtray & one empty glass.
Frank G. Karioris (he/they/him/them) is a writer and educator based in Pittsburgh whose writing addresses issues of friendship, masculinity, and gender. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, Maudlin House, Sooth Swarm Journal, and Crêpe & Penn amongst others. They are a regular contributor to Headline Poetry & Press.