January 16th, 2009

corset & bougainvillea

I get around.

Clearly there is something in the water. I suggest investing in a Brita filter before you say another word.


In other news, I woke up around 8, wrestled with the dog for a while, and then spent the next few hours running errands. I hit up the post office for stamps, and then went to the Apple Store to replace the power supply for my laptop since mine started sparking last night. Ouch. Pricey. I also tried to get my Superdrive replaced since I haven't been able to burn a CD for months, but there wasn't time. I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. And now in a bit I'm heading out to visit my grandmother.


While in Emeryville, I swung by a couple other stores to pick up things for my performance at Hubba Hubba Revue: O, CANADA! tonight. I'm pretty excited about my act. You should definitely come out. Not only will this be a great show, but we really need your support.

Remyth Project* #1.

belle glade, florida. may 28, 2003.**

I wonder if this will make the news.
They'll put words in my mouth.
I'll be rewritten.
        Nobody loves me.

I love them.
So much.
My family, my kids.
I wish I could have written them a letter,

        let them know it's not their fault.
        let Mama know it's not her fault.
        let her know it's not her fault.

No matter what story they write,
all black and white, so sharp
I could cut myself on the print,
the truth is this:
        Suicide is a black man with a white woman
        south of the Mason-Dixon line.

I wonder if this will make the news:
They don't know the beauty of summer storms here.
Sugarcane all around, cornfields, the green smell.

            Twisting in the wind,
            a green bed sheet
                                          or a work shirt.
            Damp shiny leaves blowing in the wind,
            tickling my face in the warm summer rain.

* The Remyth Project.
** "A black man is found hanged in Florida: suicide or first lynching in two decades?" The Independent. July 29, 2003.