Katya Grokhovsky, Snowday, 2011 , (not home not love 2008)I'd like to make a snow bunny
Putting hands together she laughs out loud
Dance harder. No, wait stop. Stop right NOW
You have no right, no idea and no breath
Jump up and down: see, I had a flash of a storm
Behind you: The madmen laugh and your joy or was it terror?
Bloody awfully terrific Hot chocolate
Somewhere into the future: Officially engaged to nothingness
Energy suddenly, red wine flowing through me to them
Hangs on, hang on: I haven’t said it all yet
I propose to glow: actually, I learn faster
Believe or not: I dream bigger
Generating heat: Blanket one
It comforts softly: Bunnies, add some feathers
Sequins, my pants are falling
Heels clicking on concrete floor: Click:Click
Everything along the Lake: Has fallen
Tragically living and bestowing it on you
Hope it works. Hope it works out, gathering myself, pressing my burning cheek to the cold, shaking window, let's fly, Chicago: I, Margarita!
Over you, with grown wings, I slather the oil of youth and foster forth over your magnificence! Notes to self: do not forget to blink once in a while, and fly a little
My heart hearts your heart: remember: Year of the rabbit
Playboy Bunny Ears, I want them: oh no, I want a burger all of a sudden
With pickles on the side, those dill Kosher ones
Oh, I have sausages, I cook
Playfully I move my coins, contained in a jar
Hanging laundry, watching cycles, spinning my waist-length-hair (phantom limb)
Running on one spot, loving those trifles, caramel filling, oh yes
What are you talking about
Grey skies, lavender, sickly yellow, messed up pallette
Lightening strikes twice
My heart pounding against nobody's skin
Skin to my ear, I press: oh harder, I push extremely
Those blue sparkling, two of them. Eyes
Bless the storm and: Shuffle. Jump to that amusing radio station
Dry it all out. Warm it up: A plate of tomato soup, home cooked
Nowhere, along the line of small miracles
I forget. New York and Chicago and Los Angeles and Melbourne
Odessa, you are there too: I visit Rome
I propose the memories, they shriek away from my glance
Nowhere to run. Here I - snowbody. Out there: The whiteness, witnessing it
Oh this was childhood, ships and rolling snowmen and sliding down, breaking fragile limbs, screaming: Tumble down down the road, it just won't matter
Loving whatever and thinking of sex
Coffee. Again
Listen....
Not one thing is uttered. Music into air
The conclusions are reached and members notified
You will be recalled, in time for revenge
Read Primo Levi " The Periodic Table"
Perhaps, my own very system devised for YOU: See this. Watch this SPACE
Roads traveled, cookies and tea, Proust
Read all about it: EXTRA effort needed
Announcing periodically: Fashionably cute and exhausted
How beautiful, don't you think? The twirling poetry, bouncing there
The wind throwing it's magic ball to you. To me
Catching fire and in flight, I imagine this: I do not return: Never
Ever. And forever once again: Looping, linking major events of my life
Crushed under the weight of methods and blushing so sweetly:
Oh, I don't really blush, I turn unpleasant red all over
Roses and Roses, thorns and knees
And at the end of the day, do you think, the smallest gesture of my smallest finger on my smallest hand falters, altering the motion of the sea?
Perhaps it does
At the end of the day
The snow DAY>
