Maud
This is “Edelweiss,” a poem I wrote and performed @untitledqueen’s FLOWERS: A Drag Art Experience of Flowers. It is a declaration, a yearning for closeness and community— a battle against the dense loneliness you can only experience in cities stacked to the brim with people. Wearing @wenjuelu Edelweiss Go to Washington Square Park to watch the sunset and the buildings will cast a rectangular shadow over everything, obnoxious pillars with window-eyes glimmering wet and orange-yellow as if to say because they cannot touch the sun they will not let us see it. It is a billion dollar view after all, dipped in ambrosia and honey like an empty, modern-century slice of heaven and we sit in the blue-dark, dreaming of a yolked sky. I place my hands on the blackened gum road and there is that phantom brush of land, a grassy heart beat of what once was, what could have been, a whole city sitting in my stomach like a flat stone and all the while my own heart is a lost hummingbird, searching for a cold, dead thing. My lonely is metropolitan, one amongst a thousand, brushing past subway hands, awkwardly weaving through petty conversation, wrong orders and taxi drivers, my skin a dull-wind, my throat raw and quivering, but nobody knows! Everyone is too busy nursing their own little griefs so nobody knows. My lungs are the hummingbird now, my breath a fog— then, the street lights come on all at once and it is a tiny miracle. The sky a shy blush, cooling into the cradle of the night like an ill-timed giggle. Under this man-made twilight for evening strolls and cheek kisses and rolling paper, my small life is a pool overflowing, touching the very edge of another life, and another and still it is just enough– we are making suns of our own, the center of a world resting like an egg in the palm of our hands. All by @daintyfunk
Maud
ALL THAT YOU TOUCH YOU CHANGE. ALL THAT YOU CHANGE CHANGES YOU. THE ONLY LASTING TRUTH IS CHANGE. GOD IS CHANGE. - Octavia Butler, Parable of the Sower
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