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How To Be Lovely


She walks into the room with dark black glasses and a black coat.

I’ll have an espresso.

She places herself in a corner by the window and reads a book.

She knows they are watching but she doesn’t mind.

She is famous

Not in the way you think

She is glamorous, mournful famous

We’ve seen her so many times


She looks like a mermaid


All at sea


Or the front of a French film cover


She lights a cigarette and one stray tear falls from her face.


She looks out the window into the light


Are you ok madam?


The cafe is French with a bay window


The waiter is of course French


She mutters she is fine under her breath. It has silky restraint


Thank you, yes i’m fine


But she looks out the window and the second tear falls


She wipes it away with defiant restraint.


A dignified man appears


Are you ok darling? Whats wrong?


Nothing she says


I’m fine


The dignified man offers to buy her a drink but she couldn’t possibly accept


She is fine


She is dignified defiant.


You saw her on stage once. Hold herself strong before she was taken by the camera


You saw her on film holding it together.


Smiling delicately at the party.


I want her to play my Juliet. They would say


I want to her to play Hedda.


She has something of a young Juliet about her…


Yes I can see that.


She was picked up in a champagne haze on a night she was happy, surrounded by friends

and cameras. It might not have happened if she hadn’t been shiny that evening.


The man loved the way she looked at him.


I love the way you look at me he says


Those eyes. I could swim in those eyes


Those doe eyes


She smiles shyly and drags at her cigarette.


You’re all that I need. You’re so so lovely.


She was scooped into a house made of flowers and cappucino sundays. Of white company dressing gowns and bay windows. She is so so happy. She is so refined happy.


She keeps her script in a draw.


They’re so lovely.


The world smiles at the couple


Dignified satisfied


It watches her cheek be kissed on a Sunday morning


It watches her delightfully lovely make meals for friends and friends of friends


She sometimes dreams of howling


of dancing, faster and faster


Of laughing while she’s dancing


Of living with the lions


Of lions on her body


She wakes in a hot sweat


Longing to go back to sleep


But she forgets very quickly.


Silly


Written by Isobel Rogers

Illustrated by Sophie Traugut

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Cover illustration by Christopher Bragg

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