Beth Ruscio: Two Poems
Beth Ruscio, daughter of actors, is part of a family of artists, actors, writers and vaudevillians. She’s a poet, an accomplished actress, and a one-time playwright co-writing 1961 Eldorado with husband Leon Martell. In 2016, her manuscript Hollywood Forever Cemetery won both Honorable Mention for The Two Sylvias Prize, and was a finalist for the Sunken Garden Poetry Prize (Tupelo Press). Her poems have been finalists for Tupelo Quarterly Prize, Ruth Stone Poetry Prize, River Styx Contest, and for Beyond Baroque’s Best Poem (2nd place winner). She was honored by the Los Angeles Poetry Festival as Newer Poet, and chosen by Cecilia Woloch for the Patricia Bibby Fellowship to Idyllwild Summer Poetry. Her work has appeared in California Journal of Poetics, Tupelo Quarterly, Cultural Weekly, The Malpais Review, In Posse Review, Spillway, speechless-the-magazine and is anthologized in Beyond The Lyric Moment; But Who’s Counting; and upcoming in Poet’s Calendar; and 1001 Nights.
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Counting Off-Whites On The Fingers of One Hand
Halloween is soon, people sizing up their disguises. Like an inside joke, Trash To Treasures Thrift Store holds an annual sale this time of year on used wedding dresses. A large party of empty gowns hangs, deflated, in an October picture window, not one among them what I’d call a pure white.
It’s my Tuesday custom to walk by that place on the way to the farmer’s market. I am soothed by seasonal turnover—silhouette portraits on sale at Groundhog’s Day. Next up, Valentine boxer shorts. Strawberries before rhubarb before figs. I know tests for best—the freckliest, teen-fuzziest peaches have the most secret sugar, the lowliest apricots about to turn to mush produce brandy approaching the finest cognac.
It runs in my family, the love of the shabby genteel, the fostering of underdogs. I married wearing a broken-in vintage frock. Saved, ironed into a precise rectangle, and tucked between layers of acid-free tissue—the second-hand floor length gown with train that my sisters saw me try on and burst into tears: handkerchief cotton batiste, mother-of-pearl buttons sewn like a row of peas all the way down the spine, lace choking up at the throat. Never materialized, the one I saved it for.
The lady at Parisian dry cleaners, a bridal gown specialiste, employed mortuary words to assure me that the eternity keepsake box in which my dress, propped up on cardboard breasts, was vacuum-sealed and came with a lifetime guarantee. Which lifetime, or whose? The marriage, that’s some-zing else, she said. Love is more than a late night snack. I don’t wonder. My husband’s not one for staying up—oldest son of a French-speaking farmer, he’s awake before cows are.
Thin, we called these the blown-out years. Around this time, I went to a dead/undead Halloween costume party as my latest head cold—smeared red lipstick on the rims of my eyes, Vicks VapoRub behind my ears, pinned Kleenex ghosts around the neck of a long black Morticia maxi. For such plainly faked misery, I got a lot of real sympathy. It brought out a faint lime tenderness in the zombie men.
O Babe, hear me out.
I mean not to be mean.
Our hokey ark, our true tribe? Yeah.
No me, no you, a loner no more, our.
But, you are not noel, I am not hark.
You’re kale to my lamb, I’m llama to your leek,
my bite, your bark, we’re like a yurt, leaky, but
normal, a home. I bathe in you, you breathe me.
Not art, maybe, but rhyme, meter,
we are an elaborate labyrinth on the Tiber,
a three minute mile, a Limerick mini-tour.
But beauty, only beauty, and no nite? Abnormal.
Or out our mouths, only the truth? No, honey.
Heartbreak, all heartbreak, all the time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Beth Ruscio is the daughter of actors, part of a working class family of artists, actors, teachers and writers. She is the current winner of the Brick Road Poetry Prize, and her collection SPEAKING PARTS will be published in Spring, 2020. Her poetry has been Pushcart Prize nominated and won finalist honors for several prizes and awards, including The Wilder Prize, The Sunken Garden Prize, The Tupelo Quarterly Prize, The Ruth Stone Poetry Award, and The Two Sylvias Prize. She was featured poet for the June 2019 issue of Cathexis Northwest Press, and have other recent work published in Tupelo Quarterly, Cultural Weekly, Tulane Review, Spillway, Malpais Review, High Shelf, and have poems in the anthologies Dark Ink: Poetry Inspired by Horror, Beyond the Lyric Moment, 1001 Nights, and Conducting a Life: Maria Irene Fornes, and the upcoming anthology 50 Years with Beyond Baroque. Beth is also an accomplished award winning actress, and a mentor at Otis College of Art and Design.
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