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Marilyn Monroe dreams of Lee Strasberg

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  • Marilyn Monroe dreams of Lee Strasberg

    What can it mean
    to be filled with sawdust?

    like an antiquated shop-dummy
    from Jean Rhys's Paris
    with satin skin, silk hair
    and a sawdust heart?

    Does it come of anxiety
    like being naked in public
    (having forgotten one's lines)

    to be naked on the inside,
    brainless like the strawman
    heartless, soulless
    wooden as Pinocchio
    though clothed in fabulous skin?

    Sawdust falls from the circular saw
    slicing a forest to dice.
    Sawdust heaped on the butcher's floor
    soaks up a mess of blood.

    The optimistic surgeon wields his knife.
    'Be healed!' he cries, seeking a human organ.
    Spectators enter the theatre.
    He murmurs, 'Hush!'

    O don't disappoint him.
    Yield him the very nerve-knot
    that triggers your beating heart.