.chisaraokwu. & Feild – February 2019
Katie Feild and .chisaraokwu. traded art and words. Katie shared this animation, titled “Ultima Kid Mitts,” with .chisaraokwu.:
In response, .chisaraokwu. wrote this poem:
A Blip & A Wrinkle
Round about 3 o’clock last night
I heard you bleeding the wood
Off my door. Again. I warned you
About trying to enter my space,
My space // warned you that
We would be no good together //
Warned you I sleep, sleep alone.
I reckon you think this a game.
Reckon you want to pound us
Into more than what we are, see
A future between us in the dark,
Spin a tale of missed connections
& call it a blip, a wrinkle this time.
Reckon tonight when you return,
I’ll open the door & let you back
In — claws, paws, & all. We won’t
Call it a sign. Reckon I won’t mind
the scratches. Reckon I will love you
again.
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.chisaraokwu. shared this poem with Katie:
of adolescent love later in life (the lunar cycle)
he tongue-kissed hallucinations
into my consciousness & i spoke
oracles in tongues
/on that night /
the moon goddess & the son
that never leaves
her side danced
upon the sea. we were
lunatics in love.
/praise be/ apollo
who kissed his beloved under
a veil & called
it love. persephone
cried elephant tears into her
hands & delivered them
whole to her
lover in a foxhole. she
stayed & i am
in love with
a poltergeist. i would drown
ninety-nine tomorrows for
one more kiss /
to wrestle with the ghosts &
watch the moon
goddess & her son
dance for us once more.
if only once.
In response, Katie made this animation, titled “99tomorrows_loop”: