these are: prayers, rants, questions, waking dreams, conversation, verses, curses, verbal wordplay and chu'ch. when you read this, we are community, please holla back.
FYI: I'm performing tonight and tomorrow! Roll thru if you're in the vicinity and/or spread the good word!
Friday, April 23, 2010, 8pm to 10:30pm
WESLEYANUNIVERSITY April (Asian, Asian-American, Pacific Islander, Middle Eastern & Queer) Awareness Month
200 Church Lounge (at 200 Church St.)
Middletown, Connecticut (Please email cawkwardrich@wesleyan.edu if you're interested in performing, before Thursday night.)
***FREE
Saturday, April 24, 2010, 8pm
WESLEYANUNIVERSITY Solo Performance
200 Church Lounge (at 200 Church St.)
Middletown, Connecticut ***FREE
your voice all raspy and baritone with your lips closed
you
got me wrapped in you
you sing to me with your toes
you look at me and you make me believe in the dead
baby you could make an atheist a believer
in fairydust and poems
the way you say my name
sounds like poems you wrote for me and
your poems move mountains in me
my yes to anything you want from me
falls from my eyes
I’d be lying
if I said I don’t want you here
all these broken promises wrapped up in my bedsheets
I will burn the bed and sleep on the floor with you
because from the emptiness, there’s room for you
for all of this
I write you poems like this
trying to figure out if I like you
when I know I love you
you make me rock and twirl and whine my hips
I can’t even breathe without looking into all I see us being next year
it’s so
far past what I’m used to, what I’m used to, I used to stand still, I feel my feet running with my head turned back looking to you, looking for you, expecting you here
and you’re here
you rock me
when I was done with stones
you wrap me up in egusi and I can’t even—
say—you—you take the words out of my throat
and they sit on the floor between us
stretching and slithering away
giving us privacy
I want to blow glass for you
I do, and make you a house out of whatever you want—verses? brick? dance? kisses? my breath?
I’m at a loss
for words.
I don’t lose words
words find me when I’m lost
but I’m at a loss for words
all the ones I find still feel absent of what’s between the two of us
can you understand what I’m saying?I’m saying nothing
nothing gets said in poems like this, you have to feel it like a raging beat tearing your chest open
how can I confess what’s all over my face?how can you not know I want to have your babies?
do you want me to say it? do you need me to tell you?
I am telling you
in front of strangers, the birds, my past can bear witness
the priestess in me I be know I know no other way
but to give it all up to you
step aside and let the love crawl through my bones and stamp the beat out
can you hear it?
tell me you can hear it so we can dance to it
tell me you can feel it so we can rock to it
tell me this, tell me, tell me, tell me, please tell me you are here with me
I need you, I need you to—just breathe here with me right now
you give me shivers and little fireflies in my belly
and I want to hold your smile in my navel
this feeling in me strong enough to lift an anvil with my thoughts from across the room.
