Dear Body,
You are the longest relationship I have ever had.
I stopped calling you. You remained.
I used you (sometimes) when there was no one else. You remained.
You grew around the scars I dug into your flesh and got close to the bone a few times. You remained.
See me live life out loud on computer screen.
Everyday, I question your arrival.
How do bruises fail our body?
If I set myself on fire, will you extinguish away the sores?
I want. I want. I want to fold against you, body, and rewind the snort of veins and crinoline-dressed decisions all spread out and itchy.
I’ve asked you how to love. How to keep it. How to be better at this.
I’m trying to be like you, body. I am trying to remain.
And now, I celebrate you in binding and numbered skin. Call you book, now. Call you titled.
On Wednesday, March 28th, I speak you into a microphone. Just a little bit louder. Holding you up. Holding you in.
Body, I’ve launched you through windows, bedframes, over bridges and mountaintops. Now I launch you in book formation.
116 MacDougal St. (formerly the Gaslight Cafe) NYC
(between Bleecker Street and Minetta Lane)
Downstairs Lounge
Doors open for open mic sign-up @ 6:30pm
Show starts @ 7pm
Cover Charge: $10
NO AGE LIMIT.
Co-featuring Willie Perdomo and Eric Alter
thank you, thank you, thank you, body.
Aimee Herman 