Day 356 – communion

Monday, August 22, 2011
Day 356
4:49 pm; 11:52 pm


body abode

my parents raised me to believe i was free to choose my own

communal staples,
rubber-banded hearts

they said they were raised Buddhist, but that religion was up to me

common hearts,
unit of kites

they didn’t really mean it, not when i went to Chieko’s Christian church

abolish religion,
commute sentences

we were suddenly fighting all the time about crusades and history


it was kind of fun, taunting them with the trendy acrylic cross i earned

craving unity
word wishes

it was less fun, when there was to be no talk of the Crusades at the church

comatose congregation
holy bible beating



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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