Watching Live and Let Die
on some popcorn afternoon.
I tell you about Louisiana,
the forgetful American Way.
It’s all among Roger Moore,
speedboats over bridges, alligators
become crocodiles. Commercials,
and I think of Huey Long and
Jimmy Swaggart’s warm-up band.
We end up lying side by side. You’ve walked
me through the end of a schoolboy
fantasy. Tell me again about how Linda
never let Paul out of her sight.
Always in the same room.
Always watching the same TV.