Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Demonstrate

Demonstrate

How would you do it. Show me. Demonstrate.
What is the sequence of gestures. Do I start

with my nose on your wrist, or do I wait until
you have offered it. Or your nose at my wrist,

we take turns being bloodhounds. How do you
know which part of me is a curtain, and which

a window. Do you go around tying back every
curtain you see. What have you seen. Show me.

You gesture, and I’ll guess. Monster. Surprised
by a monster. Hearing. Your ear. No, sounds like.

Sounds like ear. Fear? Fear. Are you afraid to
act this out. Please don’t be, my dear. Let me see.

8 comments

  1. I love this. It's so intense, so intimate.

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  2. That is exactly how we demonstrate! xo

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  3. For some reason this reminds me of sleepy, tense Thanksgivings with my husband's family. Don't know why.

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  4. I adore this line: "How do you
    know which part of me is a curtain, and which a window." I wish I had this poem to link to when I wrote my Sartre post.

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  5. Very well-written! You convey the sense of game that's also about much more. I also like "How do you / know which part of me is a curtain, and which / a window. Do you go around tying back every/curtain you see."

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  6. makes me think of how I felt in japan.... ;)

    thea.
    xx

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  7. I'd rather put wrist to nose than nose to wrist. I see what controllingaspicyuniverse means -- there's something kind of demanding about the speaker in the poem.

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  8. Cherades, of course! Loved your stream of consciousness poetry thoughts flowing down the page.

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