December 14, 2022What’s Love Got to Do With It
And when Tina sings I’ve been taking on
a new direction directly to camera,
defiant, her lips glazed a tumultuous red,
she takes her hand and adjusts her
honey brown bangs out of her eyes
then continues singing about her own
protection. That MTV moment—Tina
in a denim jacket and leather skirt,
her million-dollar legs in black-seamed hose
wearing fuck-Ike-this-is-my-video heels,
a long way from “Nutbush City Blues”—
indelible on my 15-year-old psyche
when I had no idea what love had to do
with anything—but I understood it was work,
even painful, watching my parents argue
and stay together, years later arguing with my ex
and not staying together. It’s only now
into my half-life I can speak of that sweeping
gesture, how the imperfectness of the moment
stayed with me all these years, not as a gaffe
or faux pas for the cutting room floor,
but from a woman in full command of her power,
flaws and all, Tina’s hand gliding like the phases
of the moon, that love could be second hand,
given to pleasure, the rough music
that remains after the light passes through us
because who needs a heart when a heart
can be broken.
from #77 - Fall 2022