forget the sound of music singalongs
the castro theater is screening viva pedro,
all of almodovar's films on the big screen.
my friend from out of town and i met my best friend
for women on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
it was just as inexplicably lush and zany as i expected.
in the rich afternoon sunlight the couples flooding out of matinee,
touching each other lightly on the elbow, or chatting loudly
about their plans for the night, made me very sentimental,
even nostalgic, but for what, exactly, i couldn't say.
posted by self_invasion | 4:45 PM
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