“...the city.s killing me...”
by Sylvia Eugenia
Listen to Sylvia perform "...the city.s killing me..."
the mother in your memory movie reminds me. my own mother in real life.
palpably uncomfortable. polite. Puetoricenio en tu vida. instead
pero…skin tone…voice tone…thats them (thats us) same but different
I want to hear your friend speak in Spanish. Will you tell him? …the street makes
us a threesome…I'm Poly for the art scene.
When it was once then for a life time, they remember. I see the halo glow of a martyr to a mind. Your brain shares that
similar smile to mine and no one knows what resides inside. Between us. Asimilar.
dissimilar. unsimilar. to the outside. Someone tugged you out under this sun and
brought that bloodline out with it. Pushed out another one constantly cradling
their own demons.
Now stuck with the only them, the only I. I dreamt I had your swagger. Alone in a
city park at night imagining the world, I'd be terrified. I can't run. The fear comes
up fast. Predicted from in between my legs. My night sky is a retired ceiling fan
casting shadows like a flower with only half its petals remaining.
This is how I learned to bring a deadish body down the stairs.
Slipping to the trip, my shins would be scraped shreds. Lead legs.
Head over heels my arrogance of the assumed ease brings me to the slip and slide
plastic of a gurney ride
I'm over the concrete edge. gums dangling meat threads ...curbstomp of
Sputtering up snake eyes in teeth. rolling against the roof
I've seen parts of this movie, watched gravity pull her to concrete like a
desperate, disheveled…lover? beloved? hard-up darling? Flat down hard fuck.
Only they share that collision despite those who watch and think they feel the
crash. Bone to brick, rail against cheek. A mouth first tastes copper-lemon from
the side. An unfinished european kiss
Sylvia Eugenia combines elements of fiction and memoir into a prose poetry.
Her poems have no structure except, the pauses in her breath and metronome of her heartbeat.
She graduated from Mills College, Oakland, California, with a BA in English, with an emphasis in Creative Writing. She has presented her work at many small readings in Southern California and the San Francisco Bay Area. In 2013, she performed at Beast Crawl in Oakland and Lit. Crawl in San Francisco. She lives in Santa Cruz, Cali.
paraphrased: Z is for Shoe Missile
Excerpts from Z is for Zapatazo