Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
drawings (she has since been accepted by a fine art school), and<br />
Marisa told me about the time she had belonged to a ballet troupe in<br />
Australia (which I have never visited and therefore enjoy<br />
imagining), getting picked up on wherever she went, not that she<br />
cared since she knew she’d never see those men again; and at the<br />
Hotel King’s Cross in Sydney she played strip poker in the boys’<br />
room until the Director came back, so freckled Marisa had to get her<br />
clothes back on real fast and crawl out on the window-ledge to get<br />
back into her room, and the Director saw her, so she bitched Marisa<br />
out for that and then Marisa had to be watched for days and days,<br />
until finally there was a free day when members of the troupe could<br />
go out in groups, but Marisa said fuck this shit; she was going to<br />
hitchhike, so she set out for a fleamarket to buy her San Francisco<br />
friends some stupid Australian T-shirts and the Director saw her<br />
sneaking back and wrote up a report on her for that, too, but Marisa,<br />
who at that time had greenish-red hair which was short in some<br />
places and long in other places (and in other places still it just went<br />
tiiing!), didn’t care because at the fleamarket she’d gotten picked up<br />
by some guy who was really good looking; meanwhile everywhere<br />
they traveled around the circumference of this reddish-brown<br />
continent, a more faithful admirer still followed Marisa in a<br />
chocolate-brown Rolls Royce, and she would always get mixed up<br />
and try to get in on the driver’s side instead of the passenger side<br />
because the roads and cars were opposite from the ones in America,<br />
but Marisa’s admirer just laughed; he was about forty, and the<br />
Director, who was seventy-two, had a big crush on him, not that it<br />
did the Director any good; and then the troupe danced at the Sydney<br />
Opera House and another man fell in love with Marisa and took her<br />
out to dinner, but the Director caught her sneaking back into the<br />
hotel late at night, totally fucked-up, so Marisa was barred from<br />
dancing for the next two performances, and in the next city the guy<br />
in the chocolate-brown Rolls Royce gave Marisa enough pot to get<br />
the whole company completely stoned, which she did, so they had to<br />
call off the next performance, and Marisa got expelled from the<br />
company, although they couldn’t send her home early because that<br />
would have cost too much, so she got to stay on and get into as much<br />
trouble as she wanted. Finally the company had to stop boarding her<br />
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