Here is a spoken word video I created using WeVideo (also embedded above)
Filmed (except for 2 clips that my sister filmed), read, written, and edited by me.
Song credit: Holocene (Instrumental) by Bon Iver
1. When the earth becomes flat enough
for the non-believers we will go to
its edge and sit on it and imagine
all the ways we could fall off.
2. In peach season we fill a bowl
and watch them ripen. Sometimes,
in the middle of the night,
when the dark bruises
and the ceiling shudders
I will slip down the stairs
to gnaw on their sweetness.
3. There are approximately 2,200 satellites
in earth's atmosphere. He looks at me
with his honey brown eyes and refuses
to admit that gravity is enough
of a reason to stay in orbit.
4. I am asked, on the asphalt of my driveway,
at the close of September
if my writing is about people
I know and things that I've done.
What's the point of poetry if we have
to ask for answers?
Why don't we stand here
and hold it on our tongues and let it melt?
5. I spend a week in the sun,
tilling soil and pulling weeds.
My hands collect freckles.
My eyes collect colors.
I am half as unbroken
as I was before.
6. I make lists in my sleep:
- Things I have never done
- Things I might never do
- Things I am too afraid to ever admit doing
7. I can't remember a time before knowing him.
What if we never stood at the gate
and counted the people we could've become?
Would I still see my silhouette
in the shattered skyline?
Would we know which parts
of ourselves we had taken from the other?
8. Saturn has 8 rings.
Eight, and still I want
to count them for myself
for fear there might be less.
Filmed (except for 2 clips that my sister filmed), read, written, and edited by me.
Song credit: Holocene (Instrumental) by Bon Iver
1. When the earth becomes flat enough
for the non-believers we will go to
its edge and sit on it and imagine
all the ways we could fall off.
2. In peach season we fill a bowl
and watch them ripen. Sometimes,
in the middle of the night,
when the dark bruises
and the ceiling shudders
I will slip down the stairs
to gnaw on their sweetness.
3. There are approximately 2,200 satellites
in earth's atmosphere. He looks at me
with his honey brown eyes and refuses
to admit that gravity is enough
of a reason to stay in orbit.
4. I am asked, on the asphalt of my driveway,
at the close of September
if my writing is about people
I know and things that I've done.
What's the point of poetry if we have
to ask for answers?
Why don't we stand here
and hold it on our tongues and let it melt?
5. I spend a week in the sun,
tilling soil and pulling weeds.
My hands collect freckles.
My eyes collect colors.
I am half as unbroken
as I was before.
6. I make lists in my sleep:
- Things I have never done
- Things I might never do
- Things I am too afraid to ever admit doing
7. I can't remember a time before knowing him.
What if we never stood at the gate
and counted the people we could've become?
Would I still see my silhouette
in the shattered skyline?
Would we know which parts
of ourselves we had taken from the other?
8. Saturn has 8 rings.
Eight, and still I want
to count them for myself
for fear there might be less.
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