I Was at the Golden Globes Tonight
& a woman next to me had a small white Be Good
button on her long white gown
& I said You talking Renee Good & she said
Yeah & I said I said
I want your button to say Renee Good Was Shot In The Face & Died
& we just looked at each other real still
& the stars swirled around us. George Clooney
put a hand on my shoulder because he had to scoot behind me
to get back to his seat.
That’s when I got up on the table, the white
cloth slipping a bit but Julia Roberts gave me a boost
& I said pretty loud Look at us. Look at our gowns
& tuxedos & brooches. We are so lovely.
Look at the ICE agents. Okay you can’t. They’re not here
right now.
But you know them: their stiff pants,
their dark vests, their neck gators, their heavy holsters, their bullet
proof breast & back plates. They are dressed
to die. The anger I have (I was shouting by now. George
was holding my hand) — the anger I have
is too much.
Everybody shouted with me THE ANGER I HAVE
IS TOO MUCH
Julia, Ariana Grande, Jim from the Office began chanting:
WE ARE SAD.
WE ARE DYING.
WE ARE DEAD.
HERE ARE OUR GOWNS. SHOOT US INSTEAD.
I said no. No shooting.
They said No shooting? I said No shooting.
& we all sat down & wept
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