Rude beginnings
We are familiar to each other.
[should be]
[could be]
will be beautiful to feel with you.
I mean that in a we somersaulted backwards into twenty seven high seas, drafted multitudes of sins and watched them break
under our compositions
kind of way.
General hex strategies aside, can we land on our feet? Don’t bother with politeness or policies here. We shook up a storm and now we are demanding miracles.
The pleasure is almost entirely ours, but who is measuring?
- Sarah
Backstage
--
a parlor fills
rumbles of conversation
laughter and celebration
actors performers embrace
audience as a new performance
ensues imbued with a vigor a script
plays out in the key of congratulations
everybody is happy in the way high waisted
denim hides bellies with fabric reality
hugs and kisses tummy roses and tulips
late-night snacks over beer while
folks recount their favorite scene
i enjoyed the part
the interlude at the end
where we fidgeted softly in seats
backstage wondering
what the spectacle means
--
They were tugging at the seams
Of reason.
Laughter thunders and creates audible laudable auditions,
Tickles the wordsmiths amongst them to carry over the one’s two’s and three’s
Defying division
Inverse multiplicities synchronized verses diving backwards into air winding waters into rhymes
I wore the wrong jeans tonight,
Had to unbutton to fidget comfortably into my seat.
The dancers were so beautiful.
undercase: quincéy.xavier
Upper & Lowercase: Sarah Bitamazire
