Marisa Crawford

I don’t remember much about the Amy Winehouse movie
Except of course that it is not a movie, but the story of her life

And in it she’s in love with someone, some ugly and stupid
guy who doesn’t deserve her at all. Her bulimia, her addiction,

obviously her genius all feel like real life, but for some
reason the boyfriend feels like just a character in a movie

It’s too sinister, really. How thousands of people can see it
In the theater and in real life but she can’t see it

She writes the best songs about him, his dumb
ugly face that doesn’t deserve her pretty one

Her beautiful brain thinking about him at all
She should move on, so crystal clear it is to all of us

But she doesn’t. A beautiful genius, Amy
And unbelievably she dies instead

Sometimes I think about your funeral
And it makes me so scared to stop talking to you

Which is ridiculous: thinking about anyone’s funeral
Would make you want to talk to them, no matter who

At your funeral. What would I say?
I want you to know that I was the one that he loved?

No, of course you can’t say that at a funeral
But maybe someday down the road

Maybe someday down the road
Or maybe sometime before

Marisa Crawford is the author of the poetry collections Diary (Spuyten Duyvil, 2023), Reversible, and The Haunted House. She is the editor of The Weird Sister Collection (Feminist Press, 2024), and co-editor, with Megan Milks, of We Are The Baby-Sitters Club. She lives in New York.