“Midnight Mass (in Fishnets)”
My friends and I once made pilgrimages to midnight movies. We claimed Highland Park Village in Dallas as our place, like our church. then chased the madness to Los Angeles, to New York City’s screaming sidewalks, and across the ocean to London’s Ritz Cinema at Leicester Square, where lips kissed the screen. Special times. Remembering that season with laughter. I laced myself into Lil Nell, tap-danced my heart out— fishnets laddered, glitter in my teeth belting lines I had no business keeping quiet, without a singing voice, mind you. And sure, some theaters tried to ban it—but you can’t ban sequins, you can’t outlaw toast, and you sure as hell can’t silence a crowd that knows all the callbacks louder than the film itself. And now— the poem… “Midnight Mass (in Fishnets)” 😉 by Adena M’lynn Ladies and gentlemen— creatures of the night, misfits, rebels, corset saints and garter-belt prophets— welcome to the church of Science Fiction/Double Feature! Thi...