A Collection of Poems
The dancers enter. The audience and the dancers break wind.”
from Cherokee “Booger Event”
Let’s incorporate it all into our dance,
all the loose strings and
scraps of humanness. Let’s dance
as if it all fits together,
the movement of our bodies, the way
the world belittles us,
the way we belittle the world. Let’s
act as if it all made sense.
Sing of snot and earwax and
odor! Sing of sexual diseases
and malfunctions! No more secrets!
Dance and let the body take care of itself.
Let the song say,
We are human. We defecate, get naked,
become ill. And it’s all
all an opening out, a celebration of man
and woman in their pied beauty.
Sixty years, and some odd months
ago, my mother gave birth to
me in Niagara Hospital. I came
early. The doctors doubted
my mother’s resolve. Later I
married you. It is these two births
I wish to celebrate, but not here,
not in the narrow confines of poem.
I want to walk it down the side-
walk. I want the neighbors to
witness and, among themselves,
discuss, how I came to them
twice born, once a dog, then a man.
You put everything I gave you
in a small box. Over
the years the box grew even
smaller. Once, about a
year ago, you could
not find the box. It was in-
side the tongue of a shoe.
My face came back to you any-
way, a night light, a
prick, a poorly smudged firefly.