Monday, July 18, 2011
Day 321
10:23 pm
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the nuts and bolts of fragrance
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1.
she always insisted on
sunflowers, they must
have represented her fire
and light, but I could
not be captured by the
void of more intoxicating
bait like plumeria! or
jasmine! or even rose!
but they were too femme
or too conventional and her
identity was stronger than
my desire or my will
2.
stale piss
attached to the
rubber of her wheelchair,
wooden eye sockets
leaned up against the
plastic moulding of
the home’s hallway,
I feared the only
thing Grandma would
leave me were her genes
and her scent
3.
It’s in the pillow
I always seek the pillow,
sniff out a future
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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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