March 23, 2004

In the temple of my forgiveness...

...For the hours

she writes on a box filled with events
occurrences that mark the time we spent

moving from hope

to disappointment

to places we have yet to name

Alone and I are friends again. I am beginning to think it is my default. My way to be when nothing pushes against me. My way to be when I am. Or not. One never knows what makes the slim tick of an elbow move outward from the body

silly bone that it is
fragile but necessary

slow smoldering under the Tuscan story of some white woman and a villa there
my brother lives in Tirol

and I am here in Crown Heights
missing my sister in Cologne

my grandmother in Jamaica
I still get emails from Stockholm

never been to China
but a girl writes me from there

down the crazy stair I go
one step
not two

marking time to the dark quiet of your hair and what it felt like
my hand dividing
the knots

I think I am going to stop falling
in love

love has a funny way of shifting
just when I decide to fall

drop me on the head
I be
breaking shit I had no idea
I had

there is no more shit to break motherfuckers!!

I refuse to shatter anymore
and all that is wild talk in the brutality
of your absence

her absence
merges names
faces/fury
frailty cracks into mirrors reflecting the myriad of hip bones

I have loved too
many hips
ankles/wrists/shins/shoulders

I should have loved less
bodies
less parts

should have given her less
of my parts
presented as purpose

pleaser that I am

Asante
says
pleasers are people too

and the road winds wicked toward
treachery

betrayal
broken words uttered

on a phone from far away
futile
fluttering

flags flipped flapping in the crazy wind of you
thrashing against

the way you
thought you loved me

love is something strange
some strange
strangle of small deaths

detangling
dangling from you
details forgetting the way I like cranberries and almonds
because of you

forgetting the way you like
my lips
are clouds you said
and your fingers are smaller than one would expect

it's the details
the tiny stroke of brush against canvas

against throat
against voice

against silence
against the unquiet

the narrow of your bed
the spread of mine

the hair's breath
of large insect on glass

the memories reflected in me
in you

in what we were meant to be
can you still see me

through all these layers projected
outward

me pulling inward away from your pencils
your mother

your monkeys
lying limp on this uneven floor

can you still see me breathing?


Posted by staceyann at 09:06 AM | Comments (2)

March 17, 2004

Long time...

Stockholm, Connecticut, New Orleans and a woman named Asante...

Friendships are strange-

long roads that run parallel for years, never converging until you least expect the curve to appear slanted under the waxy insistence of a strange hand

writing crude caresses
on windows
and walls covered with old smiles

Asante

it is good to have you back in my world
wild wonder woman
floating easy
on a Louisana breeze

you be talking all sunshine
like grits
and greens

wearing carefree and comfort in a car too big for even your ass

holding me
without questions

no answers either

only a blue halo
tripping

like I wanted to shroom in Malmo but I was too scared
and you
another Anna
so many Annas
but only one boat-ride from Copenhagen
and you were too straight for me

and my small mouth
being

caught in the zipper of your proposed experiment

kiss me
and I refused
hid

in your bedroom
and ached that this boy moved you more than I ever will

My best friend is moving
again
and she seeks a replacement for her body

inside her apartment is ready for a new flurry of fingers cooking in her pots
new laughter

A one-bedroom in Brooklyn

Bed-stuy

great to make love in in the summer

she leaves sooner than I am willing to admit
she leaves her dishes

her bed
her stool upon which I have rested my feet

if you want to live in this place when she leaves me

you should write to her-
call her maybe

347-254-0412

so we view the new changes. old faces

thank you Anna
half Africa/half Europe in her hair

thank you
for the long slant of quiet
in the midst of a storm in Stockholm

Ula
thank you for the lip balm
and for calling my room in a sterile hotel

Marcella- you
and Rita- send me the list so I can send you that package

and Kei- I love the woman you have become
I am ecited to see what the wind will do with you next season

and Anna-Maria- thank you for taking
such beautiful pictures of a girl slow shuffling into woman

for all the faces who showed up
at the man in the moon

Kisses
from New York
from my heart

from my flaws blooming into beautiful
under your forgiving gaze

Staceyann

what follows is a note from my best friend-

the details of her apartment are included!!
do what you are moved to do!!!

So, I am moving to work overseas until the end of the year and have no desire to give up my fabulous apartment (very artsy, stylish, huge apt., high ceilings, big windows, airy, hardwood floors - the entire parlour floor of a brownstone!)... so I am looking therefore to sublet the space.
Now, it'll have all my furniture, my tv, dvd player, vcr, stereo system, my artwork, etc. (alot of valuables and sentimentalities) so anyone I'll consider to sublet to, has to be a very special kind of person who will handle my stuff in a respectful way.
I'm basically leaving all my furniture, bedroom set, living room set, kitchen appliances, utensils, EVERYTHING except my clothes and computers, so it will be a hassle-free move for the person who gets this space.
I live in Bed Stuy, the neighborhood isn't the greatest (but it's safe), AND the apartment is truly off da hook! (Really!) I'm thinking $1,025 per month (first and last months' rent... perhaps a deposit, but that amount is negotiable) and the apt. is available from April 1.
The sub-tenant can assume my phone line (there is no long distance) as well as my dsl (only $29) per month. Cable (I have almost 100 channels including all the premiums) would be included in the rent!!!! Gas is also included but you would have to pay electricity. Oh! And for when summer rolls around, the apt. has a kicking a/c unit, so no need to worry... and for the rest of the cool months, the heat works wonderfully.

Very close to J, M and G subway lines and close to laundromat and supermarkets.

I can be reached at 347-254-0412.

Posted by staceyann at 08:16 PM | Comments (0)