full moon in Taurus: of the body, for the body
reading as the invisible act i “do” in my head
but always is embodied or else i could not hold a book
the book as a dance, as a set of steps and gestures that my fingertips can hold:
i page, i palm, i point—i
touch my mouth (this is the book too)
then close myself, shelve it away.
like the dance, it is no more and it can never be again. ephemeral.
which i know i should find comforting but which is, instead, for me, disconcerting. out of concert. i did not agree to
this. like so many things.
the body, an object—I object, I say no…there is a blood mystery and although I can be weighed, measured, prodded, counted, discounted—the Thing is,
I is also a dance
a set of steps,
gestures,
a make-you-feel
and then I’m over.

[a swatch of lavender]: a self portrait is a National Performance Network (NPN) Creation Fund Project co-commissioned by PICA in partnership with On the Boards, Amercian Realness, and NPN. The Creation Fund is supported by the Doris Duke Charitable Foundation, the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts (a federal agency). For more information: www.npnweb.org.