Special effects man Paul Wurtzel
has got a job to do & so he does it
even if it takes...6 hours of repeated takes.
He is operating the wind machine
under the mock-up subway grate
that will billow Marilyn
Monroe’s iconic dress
In THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH.
They chat ass she squats
between takes.
“How’s everything going? ”
She asks.
“Too bad you have to do the scene over & over again! ”
She nods
“Yeah! ”
At last director Billy Wilder gets what he wants.
Paul remembers
a cinder
fell into his eye
but that he eventually
got it out
& oh
that
...it was Saturday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem