Dance for Film, 2020-2021
Me at Home, or, Neptune
this indeterminate space
and me
a thorny void
with a jellyfish inside
ouch
ouch
ouch
ouch
having six limbs attached to a mouth navel
each grasping, reaching, feeling, preparing
sucking in, always in, more in
but never filled
this mutant me
a see-through me
the hungriest me
in this room
the objects jut
and hurl the imaginary knives
out
out
out
out
I’m turning air cartwheels
here
swallowing each knife as it comes
in some sacred reservoir
between the endocrine cave of my mouth
and the backs of my eyes
I crush, twist, dissolve, transform
the wood and the metal
into granules of salt
that I spray onto my food
out the top of my head
from way over here
then I sit on the table
think the word, “movie”
then I float down the hallway
past the box of old necklaces
I wait
for another future span of strange
domestic sea and land rituals
All the memory-men will march in soon
always soon
with tools and cloth
to carve me out, dry me off, pluck me away
right?
right?
right?
ouch
“They beat dolphins, don’t they?”
-Published by Dancing Girl Press