Fat lady and vampires
The fat, middle-aged lady goes
Five times to the vampire movie
And she says it's sort of about the scenery
And it's not really about how lovely the vampire is
And it's not about wishing to be young and beautiful herself
The fat middle-aged lady doesn't have to
At every turn apologise for her very existence does she?
For an hour and a half, five times she sits
Like stone, barely breathing
Like the powerfully still vampires themselves
And the fat lady scales the epic trees
And she lies jaguar-like along the emerald branches
In another world where it's not too late
For anything to ever happen for her again.
Mihera Grace is of Maori/Celtic descent, Mihera writes, I Read the "teen sensation" vampire book with its gushing, breathless, on rushing, purple prose and was entranced. The film ramped the book's insane romanticism up into another level...
