in the bottom of the belly-beast
that's where it starts
that's where it always starts
who is it I-you want to be?
which one of many 'feels real'
and which are just for the audience's sake
my lovely?
you do it, yes: you stand in front of them all
them all argounauts
and ...i don't know...sing 'em a song? tell 'em a story? paint 'em a picture....perfect...snapshot?
that's where it starts
that's where it always starts
who is it I-you want to be?
who is it we-us are?
what world do we paint with these words
which one of many 'feels real'
and which are just for the audience's sake
my lovely?
you do it, yes: you stand in front of them all
them all argounauts
and ...i don't know...sing 'em a song? tell 'em a story? paint 'em a picture....perfect...snapshot?
while i figure it out
word by word
k?
no not ok
fucking performance
embodied realities
which stick to a skin
which yearns to be washed of
complexities.
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