michael j. morris

evening butoh-fu
28 August, 2014, 12:25 am
Filed under: Dance | Tags: ,

Sometimes just describing my walk home in the evening is already potential butoh-fu.
This might become a score for a dance someday soon:

a frail, toothless woman on a stoop tells you, “you’re looking sexy tonight: go get ’em!”
the afternoon rain pushing back up off the pavement in the August evening heat.
a transgender witch crooning in your ears about hooking on Polk Street in San Francisco.
dark, damp soil smelling sharp and fermented.
the soft, round weight of pearls resting around your neck.
tiny, golden leaves littered on buckling gray sidewalk make-believing it’s already autumn.
Venus squares Mars overhead, far beyond the sky.


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