- "Drunk with what?With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But get drunk"*
. . .
And in likeness, foreignness or incompatibility. Which strain darkens the hair?
If one could be giddy with difference this is it.
We drink tequila by the capful to prevent drinking tequila by the glass.
In this visioning everything is slowed down to recognizable speed. A seduction in minutiae. Tangential becomes a kind of center.
Seer said, betrayal is always a symbol of the soul being upgraded.
"I still think about that sweater I didn't buy on the drive between Santa Cruz and Los Angeles. It'd be so warm right now." When is lack simultaneously a power?
Unintelligible whisper calls me a long way.
Symptomatic of being a slave is to forget you're a slave, to participate in industry as an intricate critical piece in its motor. At night you fall off the wagon because it's like falling into your self.
Big big, I say, bigger.
Perpetual underneath, even when subtexts are revealed, stuff buried in other stuff.
We keep saying, this beer isn't making me drunk enough. [End Page 18]
If you make really loud love even though you know someone else is next door, it means you're a grown up.
Here's a mirror to show you your ghost self and how it feels the same to be weighted by a body as it does to have the body become transparent.
Symptomatic of being alive is the arm stretched out into breathless air.
All this endless documentation of who I am and where I've been on social networking websites. So ordinary.
We've come a long way, baby. Your extraordinary promise, sweet excessive force. [End Page 19]
Dawn Lundy Martin, Assistant Professor of English at the University of Pittsburgh, is author of DISCIPLINE (2011), A Gathering of Matter/A Matter of Gathering (2007), a chapbook The Morning Hour (2003), and a chaplet The Undress. Nightboat Books Poetry Prize, the Cave Canem Poetry Prize, and May Sarton Prize for Poetry are a few of her awards and recognitions. She is a founding member of the Black Took Collective, a performance group of experimental black poets, and a founder of the Third Wave Foundation in New York.
* From "Get Drunk" by Charles Baudelaire.