Wild, Wild Life
After the Talking Heads
In the bardo, we lay together,
motion pictures flickering
across the sky. I’m not surprised
to find David Byrne here with us:
cowboy hat and red convertible,
wide-eyed curiosity breaking
the fourth wall down. We shape
myth and meaning with our breath—
one resounding note. Past prophecies
spill out in everlasting technicolor.
The song is changing, the future
is falling apart. It’s scientific,
they say. The way I cry when I want
you closer. The way a hummingbird’s heart
is five times bigger than a human’s,
proportional to weight and size.
It knows something we don’t.
Add it all up with me: daymoon, undone
sheets, lips and limbs, the light
from hands that pull us here.
Every yes. The gravity of every choice.
The film will keep rolling. We’ll keep
forgetting. But maybe, one slow morning
on a mountain top, we’ll look up
and see this place again as it really is.
—hannah eve levy
The title and last lines of this poem reference lyrics and a quote from “True Stories,” a 1986 film by David Byrne.
Love this! True Stories is one of my favorite films, and I adore the details you captured here to make the images your own. Beautiful work! ♥
Love this! Feels kinda Venus in Aries! Thank you for your poems!