I was... juicy-sexy-beautiful.
World's most desired woman.
Biggest silent film star.
Yes... divorce-custody war...
forged entries in my diary.
Always a comeback...
right into the television era.
Mary Astor pedals a large tricycle
in wide circles around rose bushes.
She is ancient, rail-thin, age-freckled,
wears a long henna-auburn wig.
Blue fluorescent-insult pours through
her tied-high pale gold negligee.
I can't imagine being eighty,
even having experienced it.
An old woman brakes, the tricycle
jerks to a gravel-spray stop.
Saffron light: it is young Lucile
posing for a photographer...
transforming into Mary Astor.