Staceyann Chin

Body Feeling Strange this Morning...

Dunno why.

Like maybe
I borrowed it. Not my arms. Legs- toes, knees not mine.

Some days body parts are all over the place. Can't find them really. Can't locate the origin of nerve that produces the sensation in brain that says-yes! I can ascertain that this finger is mine and that ankle lives just above my foot.

The world is round, they say.

Columbus was not always right in the choices he made. Renaming a place that already had people and things of tradition.

Culture is a way to package things. Make it desirable to consumers.

Angela Davis is a riot.

Rock on woman.

The Matrix and me
caught in the scent of you

what is it with you and movies
and how each one becomes a place I have been with you

only you
still trying to find these parts of me

floating

the lack of anchoring pushes me from port to port
always unsure of why I am moved by you

beauty fades an inch or so beneath the skin
but you have always been so thick
woman
your beauty runs deeper than blood

bone is only halfway there
I want to be inside of you

only because I know how good it feels there
the space that fills your lungs
cocooned as I have been inside your chest
the air you breathe
swirling comfortably through

my body

not mine this morning

how does one take back one's body from the mind?

break me
open the jagged ledge upon which we sit now
shins kicking girlish
as we swing along gentler now

with the yolks of each other
careful
be careful with that yellow liquid
held together only by that thin film
of potential

turn me over
easy

there now

washing my hair is such an arduous task
cutting my nails has lost its sharp pleasure

what use are my nails now
manicured by the distance from Brooklyn to Florida
like these lawns
green with envy

I miss New York
haven't really been home in ages

I wonder if marriage makes any sense

Isn't marriage an inherently heterosexual experience?

How do lesbians or gay men- or anybody who does not subscribe to the norm of man- woman child- ordained by state and church- find a new way to construct a familial unit?

do we rename it- like they did in NY?

Domestic partnership

or do we co-op it ?
like they did in Denmark-

a wife who has a wife

a husband with a wife

etc?

no answers come to me
from these elbows
these palms

taken from some other writer
poet
woman
girl

if you see the glue that holds me together in your neighborhood
mail it to me

PO Box 130459
Brooklyn, NY. 11213

I love my PO Box.
very new to my existence. I do not have to be home to get mail. It comes to me. And it's there when I get there. Pity the box is not human or lesbian. I would ask it out for a movie

maybe
but things always look easier when you have not yet seen
the crowded edges of the dark hole
from which wonderful things emerge

incredibly beautiful miracles
arrive
you think it's a good thing

till you look in the back of the box

anyways.

till the next bleeding,
Staceyann

Posted by staceyann at November 4, 2003 02:04 PM