six degrees

(an exercise in voice & associative movement, inspired by poet Eileen Myers)


I want
to eat
cheese puffs
all day
and not get
fat. Is it too much
to ask? I
know that they
are horribly
processed
a factory far
away from my
bedroom
is quiet and dusty
and I wonder
how far I have to
go to go somewhere
the six degrees
has never been.
I don’t want to
live a life where
I have to
worry all the
damn time
about things
only I care about.
Baths for no reason. Pomegranate
seeds in my tea. I want to tell
you that the chalk make-up
makes you look like a doll.
I hate dolls.
But there will be
dancing naked in the streets
when the fire goes out and
when the looters
stop breaking Lego skyscrapers
in front of children
their faces Halloween in December
and yes, I’m laughing
like I’m insane
prophesizing the end.
I will grow a
Jesus beard
and maybe then you’ll
believe my stories
and maybe then
we’ll finally
have some peace.