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Lace Wilder

Published: November 1st, 2015

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Lace Wilder is a junior creative writing major at Ball State University. He also is a drag queen in his spare time and thoroughly enjoys film, especially anything with Meryl Streep or Marilyn Monroe. He has previously been published in Three Line Poetry.
Browsing DVD Rental Stores
Lackluster action Hollywood blockbuster
Is how I’d describe you.
You give a lot of bang,
But I don’t get a lot of substance
For what I paid for.
 
A horror movie that relies
On overused scare tactics
And gallons of dollar store blood
When I could’ve gotten
A psychological thriller.
 
You’re a romantic comedy
Starring a white, straight couple
Who are having issues like,
“How will we pay off our
speedboat?”
 
Spare the melodrama,
It won’t win you my
Oscar, or even my
Daytime Emmy for that matter.
 
Peter Travers and I agree,
You’re just another forgettable
Box office filler, that
Won’t be remembered by
Next December.
A Typical Day
​butter on a warm biscuit
and a Cary Grant film
sound good right about now,
but lying in bed for an afternoon is a nice
substitute
 
perhaps we’ll go to an art museum,
and point out all of the men
who look like our fathers
 
was it just six years ago
we were kids?
six years ago was world war two,
the death of Judy Garland and
then, the first Jennifer Aniston film
 
you reminded me that I ramble at dinner,
at least once
at least thrice if your boss is there
 
“I can’t carry on this conversation, sir,
since my dog needs a bath now,
or so my husband says”
 
That night, the bedroom wasn’t angry, but
Colbie Caillat wouldn’t sing a song about it either
 
but the night turned soft,
and it turned
light hearted and warm,
filled with glossy green eyes
and smiles that resembled
coffee mugs filled to the rim.
just like our first date
 
I can only imagine what
the goldfish thinks of us from its
all-seeing dome.
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