When You Were Tracy and I Was Hepburn

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Katie Hartsock

When You Were Tracy and I Was Hepburn

 

      Fill up my glass and I’ll fix your tie. That’s fine,
      old shoe. And splash some water on that jade?
      I’m fond enough of it. O cabbageface,
      I’m fond of everything, even your wife.
      I’ll be the one who finds you when you hit
      our kitchen floor but I won’t attend the funeral.
      Let’s tidy up and put away this bottle.
      Duckling—give me a light?
      There’s a little thing called class. And another thing
      I don’t have a name for. We hardly kiss onscreen
      but it’s plain to see that fully clothed we stand
      in the thick of bees and honey. The telephone rings,
      I dash off to answer, you let go of my hand.
      And yours hangs in the air, for just a beat.