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letra de piri & yanggeum for a flooded town - park jiha and roy claire potter

[verse 1]
imagine everything you know has become strange and unfamiliar
without warning
overnight
you’ve woken up to it
imagine the town where you live

[verse 2]
imagine everything you know has become strange and unfamiliar
without warning
overnight
you’ve woken up to it
imagine the town where you live
its rivers, roads, c-n-ls
all once definitely parallel
and now one deep and widespread movement

[verse 3]
you might rub your eyes
and lean for support on the window of your room
but that broad channel of gray water now suspends the land
and you can no longer see the pavements
yet you know where you’ve walked
and with eyes closed you could locate the traffic lights
the crossing, its railings
but won’t you open them
the road would still be gone
[verse 4]
you pack a small bag
a few dry things
and you raise some courage to weight it out
and through it
but what should be kept outside has come inside
and it’s waiting downstairs
it’s discordant
and the ways you know to live are lost

[verse 5]
to understand what i’m telling you
you’ve to imagine your orientation is off
think of the lines and angles of your hometown
its buildings, the streets you know implicitly and learned without attention
remember how, on occasion, you walked home blind drunk
or being surprised by the inside of a shop already
having been entirely absorbed by your phone
these navigations, these habits of your body
are now impossible suggestions

[verse 6]
and somewhere the rivers burst their banks
and the groundwater in sewages risen
and the c-n-ls have overflowed
and the air at your door smells bad
and the main road is now not the quickest exit
because its straightness is channelling the water
and an imperative is building:
“leave home.”
and so you do
you don’t bother to secure or shut the door
it’s gone wrong in there now, anyway
[verse 7]
i figure the colour of slate
sits on the newly formed bank of what is now a deep and widespread river
and everything is settled and morphed
a thin undulation
a slight sense of movement
has replaced the earlier furor
and there are no drowning bodies now that are either dead or saved
and on the periphery, people come to rest
exhausted, bundled on rooves
and they take with birds and others animals
to call out into the night because they want to go back home and can’t

[verse 8]
and at the edge of all of this
at the edge of the water
this figure holds a child
cradled
until it’s plunged
then lifted
and nursed
and supported
before it’s let drop
again

[verse 9]
this drama is enacted
this drowning and saving
drowning and saving
and the child’s limbs dangle
and are weighted somehow
might be asleep, might not be
but it matches very closely
the description of any other child

- park jiha and roy claire potter

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