Audrey Hepburn Challenge!~
Some Things a Lady Just Wears Well Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Jennifer Patino I am the Audrey with the pink chucks at the party wearing oversized shades at night Scary thin, decked in dazzling cubic zirconia, coming down from a med withdrawal after my last psychotic episode involving a Golden Hollywood delusion & fear of having cancer Some Gregory Peckerhead bums my smokes when he has a full pack in his pocket, but my sweet meter is high, like those fools at the makeshift blackjack table with pixie stick dust on their upper lips & caked between their nasal strips because their vice supplier never bothered showing up It should be Halloween, but it's too warm & there aren't enough demons on the dance floor I let the moochy one lead me there where there's an awkward exchange of one liners His Bogart impersonation is the worst, but I know i'm falling in love because impulsivity is the new 'You Can Heal Your Life' & dammit, he can really move We're the clean up crew, sober at dawn I'm Sabrina sweeping up glass & scrubbing vomit from the floor He's singing 'Get Me to the Church on Time' because it's Sunday & lapsed Catholicism is a topic we discussed hours ago before the kisses, before the Moon River descent, before the exchange of names He's driving me home in a minivan His mamma's rosary hangs on the rearview mirror, catching the sun causing disco prisms & paparazzi bulbs to sting my face "Hey babe," he says stroking his stubbly chin, "How 'bout Breakfast at Taco Bell?" It's no Roman Holiday, but I'll call it a win, except when we get there it's not open
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Heartbreak by the Seashore by David L O’Nan
We met and departed by that same seashore house. When you first looked at me, and laughed in a shy, yet very conversational. A slight flirtatious touch to my shoulder and I was in love, the sun reflected blades of energy across where my heart lit on fire, and my soul dropped to the sands for you to pickup, and take ownership. In your ticklish grin, I could do nothing but be mesmerized by your eyes. We'd walk the sands, and one Sunday evening as the glow of the moon shun on the waters I said "You look just like a movie star from movies I've yet seen" She said "Yeah, they say I look a little like Audrey, you know Audrey Hepburn?" In the most charming demure laugh I've ever heard. I wasn't quite sure until I researched, and there they were just like her, and her eyes were dancing back to me. just like her, her voice just swayed me away like a fool, For some reason I felt if nothing was impossible, is this possible? For hours and days on end I could hear her music boxes playing faeries and ballerinas, music notes in the air for me to grab Was I living a myth? Was she the reincarnation of her, sitting by black and white dollhouses aligned by jasmine? And the Summer faded, and so did the Fall, the Winter was as gusty as ever, and Spring had its way with the flowers. Creating new universes and felt bloodless, and used by the sins, and used by the lies, and abused by the skies. In the rain, I picked the apples from the trees nearby While in thought the lakes I would walk by were suddenly velvet with rose petals stuffed in fairy tales, inside the polyphenols. I would drink them in if I must, to make this last. I began to chant her eyes in magical chants, offering gifts to the Gods to bring her my love, and her love to me. I wait as she has married, I want to just see the eyes again. Days later her reflection whips its way back to my soul. A walk down the city sidewalk, and "I say hey, do you remember me from my Summer getaway?" She says "Of course, you're the one who didn't know about Audrey" Suddenly I felt lost, dumb, and obviously not the only shy boy who was in love with her eyes. I sat in love, by myself in thought. In my city, lost and wondering if i'd ever see her again. Will I ever feel that touch to my shoulder, the smile that erased my feeling of failure for just a little while. I saw her again, after a lover's spat. She was alone , awaiting a reprieve she felt. No longer was she full of energy, but more like me Depressed, confused and like me, lost. in rain storms she was dressed more like a woman who left a fashion ball than living without a home under thundercracks. We went back to my sorry 1-bedroom, and talked for the first real time about her, she spoke of a failed love back home, and she finally took the time to understand me, and I pretended not to understand everything about her that i've built up in my mind. We were spinning jars on the floor, playing Miles Davis as the rain pellets smacked the window. We were picnics in the park, I'd stare as the strawberry leaves her lips. Entranced by her eyes. We were hand in hand watching the tiny finches flapping in the puddles. Leaving soundwaves of songs in the ripples. Praying hope into our souls. We were watching the magnolias flatten by the sun rot, as we sat on stacks of Alfalfa Hay. I knew she had to get back home after the many days of finally knowing love. She still had this Golden ring on her finger that began to shine like dishwater yellow to her. How did the narcissism of the highway man, the traveling heart breaker not fall in love with the eyes, the smile, the gentle walks, the woman inside that fully understood the man I would become? How did he get so lucky to have his fairy tale become true? I hope to one day be back by that seashore and see her walk back in a Holly Golightly divorcee cackle, and have arms ready for mine. Even in the fog of her leaving, her eyes The wailing of spirits from the ocean, her eyes Sitting atop a reflection of an empty wineglass, and her eyes... The secrecy of love note trails that lead to the top of her stairs, while he was away. The same trails in which her tears would drop when someone wasn't looking as she took walks by herself, like I. I await with the wind chimes. I await in the milk white flowers that rest in the wind. I await sitting the lonely mask in the corner of her eyes. I plant her a garden, and believe in tomorrow. To share our black and white mirrorball. I'm just a pebble wanting to be picked up to be swept away. Forever in her palm, and forever her eyes. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan Poem by DMB (Death Metal Buddha) 'Audrey Hepburn' An American icon, Setting the standard for Hollywood elegance; Unique beauty and incredible talent Accompany her audiences and costars; Wound and endowed with the resilient nature Resplendent genus to cultural activity; The ultimate girl to role model difference Fell in love with the Corps de ballet; Smuggling secret messages in ballet slippers There is more than charity in her name; A desire to make the world more beautiful Sweet lil Academy Award winner, And she did.