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The Seated Woman
The Seated Woman
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THE POEMS You fell asleep on the tiles a translucent peacock loomed your sex opened and let out a very blue, very high flame. You wore a split veil that morning. With flexibility and invisible acrobatics, The Seated Woman presents, as in the theatre, a competitive dialogue between a woman and her poems. Silent, nailed to her chair, the seated woman writes. She cracks. The poems fidget, slip their fingers: they seek to enter. Perched on her shoulder, the poems whisper in her ear. She captures…
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THE POEMS
You fell asleep on the tiles
a translucent peacock loomed
your sex opened and let out
a very blue, very high flame.

You wore a split veil that morning.


With flexibility and invisible acrobatics, The Seated Woman presents, as in the theatre, a competitive dialogue between a woman and her poems. Silent, nailed to her chair, the seated woman writes. She cracks. The poems fidget, slip their fingers: they seek to enter.

Perched on her shoulder, the poems whisper in her ear. She captures their messages: "I love the sacred contortions you offer me." The poems protest: "You're squeezing us too hard: be careful, toy."

More than descriptors, the words behave as commands or moves in a game--and the voice of the seated woman rises to play.

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THE POEMS
You fell asleep on the tiles
a translucent peacock loomed
your sex opened and let out
a very blue, very high flame.

You wore a split veil that morning.


With flexibility and invisible acrobatics, The Seated Woman presents, as in the theatre, a competitive dialogue between a woman and her poems. Silent, nailed to her chair, the seated woman writes. She cracks. The poems fidget, slip their fingers: they seek to enter.

Perched on her shoulder, the poems whisper in her ear. She captures their messages: "I love the sacred contortions you offer me." The poems protest: "You're squeezing us too hard: be careful, toy."

More than descriptors, the words behave as commands or moves in a game--and the voice of the seated woman rises to play.

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