(This poem will be featured in the performance of Eye D by Christine Toy Johnson on March 13th, 6pm @ Hunter College)
Without Borders
If there was a word made flesh
I’d call upon it now
Some vibration in sound
Tripping over the softness of my tongue
Angling around the hardness of my teeth
Released
To touch
Pads of fingers
Imprinting my presence
Upon your person
Trying to leave my mark
Dark ink on pale paper
Looking for something deeper
And so I grope
For more
Fingers now claw
Tearing you to feel
Don’t worry the scars will heal
Desperate devouring
Turning skin inside out
Flesh feaverishly warm
With the heat of invasion
And in that possession
Holy intimate interaction
You suddenly see right through my eyes
Soft brown lenses inverting pictures of my experience
You see a child somehow devalued by apperance
Born into grown people problems
Lynched by an inherited hang up
Now turn toward the flicker of some made up life
Light up a card board house
In some mountain town
Tall blonde Novella stars
Tease an ideal out of thin air
Look down
And use my sight to take in this new
Skin you never imagined belonged to you
It does now
And I burrow deeper
To where I un-define demarcations of where I end and you begin
I want to get under your skin
Make your blood boil
Froth with the agitation
Of acknowledging another
Now co-habiting your borders
I settle and snuggle next to your heart
Beating my own rhythm into yours
You feel my stories and make them ours
This shared evolutionary journey
Of have and have nots
Winners and losers
Lost and found muses
Dreams and disillusions
Privledged and poor fuses
To become
Just shades
Of the same

