Tonight's Poet Corner: I'm Going To Be A Movie Star
I'm Going To Be A Movie Star by Belinda Roddie The movement you've created in your head has relocated to the hottest points of Los Angeles, where the smog is so thick that you could cut it into slabs and serve it to salivating twenty-somethings subsisting on manuscripts and broken dreams. Look, their eyes are star-crossed, but the constellations are red, and pulsing, and more alive than they perhaps deserve to be. Never once did I think you'd go back to that smoke bomb of a city, cracked teeth and dangling jaw and all, like a boxer still throwing punches after all the dislocation in his joints. See, he'd smile, but he can't; his mouth remains eternally open. His fingers have grown numb after the first impact. And he goes home to a wife who misses kissing him, sleeps to stop the pain, only to become as disfigured as an incomplete puzzle in the morning. But you want to put yourself back together again. You've craved it since college, a