The week my roommate dropped out
of film school to work box office full-time
she Netflixed La Chinoise, which, she claimed,
led directly to the student revolution in Paris 1968.
The film is about a group of Maoist undergrads
& we watched it in the dark-red living room
of my slanted first apartment. I couldn’t pay attention
except for the scene where a quiet blond boy
paints a rainbow around the entire mid-section
of the living room in one single stroke,
holding all seven brushes in his hand, & later
walks off screen & shoots himself in the skull. I hated
that red room, where my second love dosed me
& taught me the word proletariat exactly as I peaked.
I spent the next twenty-seven hours feeling
every ounce of blood tingling through my capillaries
until I convinced myself I was God just to cope with it all.
Stephanie Lane Sutton was born in Detroit and is currently a Michener Fellow at the University of Miami. Her poetry has recently appeared in Day One, littletell journal, and Dream Pop Press, where she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is a co-founding editor of |tap| lit mag, a poetry editor of Sinking City, and a contributing blogger for The MFA Years.