There’s More Up Her Sleeve Than Her Elbow
Tweed and divination take up all her free time. She shadows
scoundrels and crooks at top speed, top down,
engine rumbling, wind ravishing her pin-curled spun gold.
She’s not duped by the detours this time. She won’t lose her shirt over this scoop. She’s been up against it.
Deep in it with the boys. She’s sleuthed out all of it–
heads shot off, counterfeit schemes, smuggled tablets,
cons and cover-ups in Chinatown. Something else is driving her mind set behind arched eyebrows and blue-black
pancake mascara. Got her eyes on a new lead. Not the same old
double-cross racket at that track in Jersey. Got a tip
about some shady masculinist macroeconomic construct or some other such scam. She grows tomatoes in her dooryard,
raises chickens in the back, buys her fruit local. She’s working
double-time, and not just because hard work is its own reward.
She’s got ink in her blood. If only she were married. She could sit down and, in her ever flowing, feather trimmed ethereal
house gown, eat chocolates from the bowl next to the vase
full with roses–bought locally. Languish. Alas, she is merely
engaged to Mr. McBride–who doesn’t bring home his whole damn dollar. The lug. Our heroine buys her own
chocolates and bowl, roses and vase, hairpins and gowns,
pancake mascara. This is Torchy Blane. There’s more up her sleeve
than her elbow–and it better be her 40 damn cents.
I liked this before. but you knew that. I like it even more with this formatting, and the video to explain about this character and the movie series I had not known.
prolly, considering the job description I give myself, I really need to start watching more film.
anyway, this all looks good, reads good, great stuff w the videos.
Thank you. I being able to have the video clip alongside is exactly what I wanted all along in presenting this poem. I like the extra layer it provides.