I SHOWED SHEHERYAR MY POEMS I CALLED THEM A HOUSE I SAID I MADE IT FOR YOU HERE’S YOUR HOUSE EVEN THOUGH HE IS STILL A STRANGER SORTA I WENT TO HIS HOUSE HIS ACTUAL HOUSE I LIVED IN HIS WORLD FOR A WHILE I WATCHED HIM DIRECT A PICTURE I LOVED BEING THERE ENRAPTURED
by Mads Gordon
The room was dark and flashing lights lots of flashing it felt like drugs without drugs
my favorite state a man entered repeatedly Sheheryar directed him by shouting things
like ACTION! shouting CUT! shouting YOUR HEART IS BREAKING! shouting YES!
shouting WAKE YOURSELF UP! he shouted over the music violent and nauseating
the man entered with visions of monks in habits just an hour before I’d seen a dead
girl she removed her bloodied dress and left the flashing room What do you think
this scene is about? Sheheryar asked me in a lull between scenes the room was still
flashing but dark no longer I think he killed her! I think he is feeling regret? I guessed
and Sheheryar beamed You are a sharp one Madeline Claire! he designed the scene
he directed the whole room the man entering with despair the man was made to laugh
the man was made to cry the man was made to crawl to the door Sheheryar made him
I watched the man stare at the gun on the table outside the frame good to know what’s
in your frame I love control! is the first thing I admitted to Sheheryar on our first date
good start to a first date would you like to be a monk Madelou? Sheheryar said and
reader you should know I love monks to monk is my dream I gasped and asked now?
I had not expected my dream to be fulfilled so soon but sure! he said so I wore a cheap
plastic cloak extra large hood swallowing me I felt hidden and perfect like god you’re
my dream girl! he told me which was bold and also charming he told me my poems
made him magic and all-knowing we have this witchy thing going on though he says
it’s more saint than witch which is good I have a bad history with witches it all had me
wondering if I like him and will he let me get close? well not very well enough well
anyway I walked in a circle all monk-like in front of his camera I had never been in
front of a camera but I was happy punch drunk type happy flapping my black cloaked
arms like a big old baby like a monk baby cloaked and waiting to be held the man was
beating his head with his hand and also with the remote the TV was playing the show
Looney Tunes the lights still flashing we sorta laughed as cartoon animals got smashed
there was the man with despair Sheheryar directed and the lights he designed the whole
world flashing it was like drugs without drugs my favorite state I loved that there that
movie that life I could picture it all and late walk to the train passing apartments with
stained glass windows I said I wish my home had stained glass windows! and he said
Our home will have stained glass. He said it just like that. You’re ridiculous! I said.
I meant Yes please. Yes, please, and Forever.
Mads Gordon is an abolitionist poet from South Georgia. They currently study poetry at NYU as a Goldwater Writing Workshop Fellow.