Angelica Huston

is playing the part.

Devilish. Handsome. Woman.

The casting agent put the call out like so:

“Studio seeks motion picture actress with mean cobra eyebrows.  

5 ft 9 “ tall, cubist goddess of lust.

Wears her Irish bucolic childhood like fine linen under skintight wraps;

looks ravishing in anguish, and silk headscarves.

Must bear the marks of a strange patrician beauty,

as yet unbruised by age or oranges.

Moving like a swift gazelle, she can scream:

'Oedipus! Oedipus! Oedipus! in a dignified American accent.”

Who else?

Angelica Huston is playing the part.

And so, I buy my ticket early and forgo movie snacks.
As the lights fade to silver I am bewitched.
She does it. Right there. On the Oriental.

I choke on her cool like a mouthful of stars.

*Illustration by Stefanie Augustine

*Illustration by Courtney Wotherspoon