Thursday, July 14, 2011
Day 317
1:11 am
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a woman scorned
–
1.
one hand emptied
of justification,
the other full of
reasons
her breath, calm,
handcuffed
one heart, battered
one limb, splintered,
down the drain
his pride,
shaking in its pants
–
–
2.
some part of a womyn
whose ever been
handled,
pinned,
followed,
hassled,
pushed,
dragged,
or worse,
much, much worse,
feels an inner grin
for another womyn’s
revenge upon some
itty bitty limb of a
little, tiny, so-called man
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tkk
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About traciakemi
traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11.
Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series.
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