Day 328 – thought balloon

Monday, July 25, 2011
Day 328
12:24 am

thought balloon

I lived part of my life
inside the line of a bulb

hands, hold soft pulp
wrestle, hard fiction

the blonde spoke a hearty American,
diamond smile and apple pie
eyes, Betty was beloved by all
…but me

there was just something about
Veronica and all the black-with-
blue-reflector-haired beings
like her

she’s got to be one of us,
i was convinced

she spoke a fierce dialect of
Rebel, was only raving mad
because she lived the struggle
of the Other, the misunderstood,

wanted so badly to be the lark
of Main Street, but in the end
her tongue was far too strong,
too foreign, too judged

wrinkle the textbooks,
preserve floppy identities

I always knew there was a
reason I liked her, jumped into
her bulb, smoothed out the line,
made better sense of her words



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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