poem: softer, lighter, postmodern uwu

she is a protagonist: running up the apartment steps,

a scarf beautiful and warm on her face,

her hair dripping from the rain.

she likes old cafes, old music and dead men;

she keeps cats, reads books, drinks tea;

But, lucky for the academy, this is a satire

directed by a foreigner:

she is shopping in Paris when a gnome runs onscreen

and kills her.

the director defended his choice, saying

he was subverting expectations;

the film was a metaphor for nothing

because art has no meaning.

 

 

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