Day 240 – Here

Thursday, April 28, 2011
Day 240
11:40 am

before we realize death – Here

2. Here

She was just sitting next to me last night, we were
laughing about her thick thumbs and why she’s a good masseuse

She talked about going away many times to a place above the sun,
But her proclamations came in between chuckling and jokes

What is thing called death or passing, thinks the child
It must mean long lines and thick smoke in a strange building

A procession of hysterical people with snot and they need bibs,
Why is no one telling them to wipe their nose and wash their hands?

Why do we walk toward a stationary boat to play with Grandma?
Why now? She has turned into a mannequin and won’t poke back

They say she is away now, so –away– is no longer amusing
It is the opposite, only, of what I knew as –here



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. View all posts by traciakemi

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