Psychodrama: Tokyo Mime Film
Laurence Lieberman
Korean
Lady mime,
you suspend yourself beside the stunned
Caucasian seated
at table, waiting to order his meal,
his fate
You will teach
him, wordlessly, about the void, Propped
on an invisible chair,
one leg crossed over the other, sipping
coffee,
your finger
curled in genteel crook around the handle
of a nonexistent
cup, you drop two missing lumps of sugar,
stirring
with a spoon
of air. He, pretending to ignore you --
secretly befuddled --
thinks he fears your sex, not guessing
the threat
is your one
possession: absence, the widening hole
in space torn by your id
turning itself inside out, eating
its way,
shadowily,
into everything solid around it...
Now you dance. You pirouette,
spinning, weaving with your hands. You wrap him in
vacancy
and he cannot
refuse it -- it is his own silence you draw
from him, strand by silken
strand: a cocoon in which you wind and bind him.
~.~
the b-app.
sounds qualified.
was the person accepted?
(should go into politics) |
