by Lily Wang
Lily Wang is the author of the chapbook Everyone In Your Dream Is You (Anstruther Press, 2018). She is the editor of Half a Grapefruit Magazine. Half of her Twitter followers are bots and the other half has her muted.
Kill Bill: Vol. 1
Nancy Sinatra, the daughter not the wife, helps reimagine us in a desert town.
Either these places don’t exist anymore or, bang bang, the world’s grown larger.
I hit the ground—does a tumbleweed roll by at this moment or is that overkill?
If I die does that make me the hero? And what about Cher? It’s her song.
Scenes are never filmed by temporal sequence.
Here you put a bullet in my head then we’re getting coffee. Then you’re giving me a ride,
on your back, you lift me up. I’m asking you if I’m heavy:
am I heavy, am I heavy. How could I be?
Maybe we’re the actors. We meet in the hotel lobby, bang bang,
let’s grab coffee. Why is it always coffee?
I like to reimagine us as a Quentin Tarantino film because here the girls
are fighters, here their pain is sensationalized, here we watch them suffer,
watch them suffer, watch them suffer. Bang
bang. I don’t have to re-imagine us. My baby shoots me down and somebody
makes a cover of it, and a cover of it, and a cover of it.
What an awful sound.