letra de france, 1915 - rob walmart
[spoken word]
networks of theaters, hives of bees
the criminal honey bears in honey trees
the spider-slim street parade, trapeze apparel
the engine whose buzzing is thick like a tiger
and the hoops of fire, and the spiraling streamers, and the grand flags, and the
bustling, and…
and she is dressed as a panther from her shoulders down
and she takes on panther walking down panther streets
she wanted to seem to herself how she was
a musician in love with the daughters and nurses—
and she skulks into masquerade rooms with yelling and curving
and she begins circle-thinking to crush her mirror—
will the rain help her loose from her tourniquet masks
will she comprehend the magical hushing, when suddenly
the townspeople, sitting simply at first, are now falling asleep like museums
why then would she leave the town
why does she get lost in the witchgrass
and why does she grapple with the elephants…
do you remember she walked so far that new lights grew—
to the neighboring town, but alas, confetti on their ground
in the morning, in a rented room
she falls into bed sand, she cries
this room has too many colors, and outside
a ferris wheel with too many colors—
she spat into her black purse
she laid down on the floor
and the maid is knocking on the door
and she lets the maid knock
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