won't see Last Tango in Paris again
michael estabrook
In 1973 my wife and I went
to see Last Tango in Paris and
after it was over and we
got outside I began
crying I don't know why exactly.
It was dark out and the streets
were empty like the theater
was empty and we walked slowly
and I couldn't stop crying.
In the car I rested my head
against the steering wheel and
held onto it with both hands and
sobbed and sobbed my poor
wife watching quietly thinking
I'd lost my mind trying
hard not to laugh.
