HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU, KID

All I ever wanted was for someone to know what’s inside me. -Dane Clark to Ida Lupino, death scene, DEEP VALLEY, 1947

Surrounded by color,
now we look back
at memories of ourselves
and see that no
one knew us as did
our celluloid stand-ins.
Not our parents.
Not our siblings.
Not our friends.
Not even ourselves.

The stuff dreams
were made of?
It was all
up there
in black
and white.
But
it
all
wentbysofast.