Capote worshiped
the ladies
Of high society.
He loved to lunch at La Côte Basque
And gossip girlishly.
Among his fluttering white swans,
Whom Tru thought heaven-sent,
Was sister of the widow of
The sainted president.
Truman aspired to personate
Mythic Pygmalion.
Here was fresh clay from which he'd mold
His greatest creation.
Though Lee was chic and married to
A former Polish prince,
Her older sister Jackie's fame
Had always made her wince.
"I love everything about Lee,"
Effused the smitten scribe.
"Princess Dear," he dubbed her, "Well,
She's easily described.
She's a beauty. Inside. Outside."
This in Vogue magazine.
Mighty Capote would transform
His Princess into Queen.
He'd turn her into an actress __
A star bright as Monroe.
He booked her first engagement at
Chicago's Ivanhoe.
Light comedy was chosen for
Galatea's send-off __ The Philadelphia Story __
Though Lee preferred Chekhov.
Searching for something to commend Chicago Sun-Times chimed
It was a miracle that she
Remembered all her lines.
Pygmalion ignored the press,
Rashly arranged for Lee
To star in a two-hour special
On prime time ABC.
When the bland remake of Laura,
A classic mystery,
Aired in early sixty-eight, Lee's
"Career" was history.
Much of her "acting" had been left
On the cutting-room floor.
The verdict was unanimous:
Tru's beauty was a bore.
Playing God he had succeeded
Only in being cruel.
Unwittingly he'd made her a
Figure of ridicule.
Years later Lee would find herself
In the middle of a feud __
Truman slandered Gore in Playboy,
So Vidal promptly sued.
"Princess Dear," source of the gossip,
Denied complicity:
"I don't recall discussing this
With Mister Capote."
Truman was devastated by
Lee's stabbing in the back.
To learn why she betrayed him he
Turned to a loyal hack.
"Truman rode my coattails to fame,"
Lee to Liz Smith would brag,
"And what difference does it make?
They're just a couple of fags."
Capote tried to get even
Dissing her on TV.
But bitchiness could not conceal
His deep hurt over Lee.
Drinking/drugging the pain away,
Tru died on the West Coast.
As the ancient Greek poet says,
Friends will hurt you the most.
Miss D.
Smokes
She gave her Baby Jane cackle, then
quieted down, leaned forward, and
lighted an unfiltered Philip Morris cigarette by striking a
kitchen match
under the table.
She snubbed out her cigarette, rose, and paced back and forth,
then
stopped in front of me, cleaned my ashtray, and squinted her eyes.
She snubbed out her cigarette.
She puffed for a long moment.
She lighted a cigarette, striking the match under the table again,
then
went on earnestly, without a trace of
bitterness.
Over another scotch Miss D. lit another Philip Morris.
She fiddled with the cigarette.
She lighted another Philip Morris.
She waved a cigarette.
She lighted a cigarette.
She lighted a cigarette and blew the smoke to the ceiling.
She hurriedly lighted a cigarette, eager to explain.
She was trying to cut down on smoking and snubbed out her
cigarette in
a large tray.
Bette rolled her eyes to the ceiling and reached for a cigarette.
She lighted a Philip Morris from a pale blue Bic that matched her
dress.
She had given up kitchen matches when one had flipped out of her
hand and caught a sofa pillow on fire.
David
Trinidad's most recent book, Phoebe 2002: An Essay in Verse,
a mock-epic based on the 1950 film All About Eve,
co-written with Jeffery Conway and Lynn Crosbie, is forthcoming
this fall from Turtle Point Press. His other books include Plasticville
(Turtle Point, 2000), Answer Song (High Risk Books, 1994), Hand
Over Heart: Poems 1981-1988 (Amethyst Press, 1991), and Pavane
(Sherwood Press, 1981). His poems have appeared in such
magazines as The American Poetry Review, Harper's, The Paris
Review and New American Writing, and have been included
in numerous anthologies, including Up Late: American Poetry
Since 1970, High Risk: An Anthology of Forbidden Writings, The
Best American Poetry 1991 (edited by Mark Strand), Postmodern
American Poetry: A Norton Anthology, and The Outlaw Bible
of American Poetry. He edited Powerless, the
selected poems of Tim Dlugos, and with Maxine Scates, Holding
Our Own: The Selected Poems of Ann Stanford. In 2002 he
moved from New York City to teach poetry at Columbia College in
Chicago.
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