How I Remember It

By Gretchen Berg

When dizzy Jimmy Stewart chases
creepy Kim Novak up the tower,
it seems like this confusing movie might

finally end, but no, it keeps getting all explained.
Vertigo is the only loser in the Hitchcock festival
my dad takes me to. The rest are perfect:

Margaret Rutherford disappears off the train
in the Alps, everybody’s head goes back and forth
in unison at the tennis match except for

the bad guy who keeps looking straight ahead,
Grace Kelly’s shoulders glow, Mt. Rushmore
looks as fake as the real Mt. Rushmore looks,

and Tippi Hedren lies picked to death on the couch
while we drink Cokes and eat popcorn.
Happy. Happy. Happy.