for Bob & Nico in Paris, 1964
This time I will name you Boaz
I will cleave you from my head
and ripen you in my womb
I will address you as You
and remember all the other names
and places you’ve been
This time I will know
your strength and sharpness
is no affront to the gentle hand
with which we laid you to rest
this time I will remember you with action
and I will pass the time with care
There will be no waste in our waters
there will be no poison on our tongues
there will be no longing for another
for we are everyone
I will not feed you to the dogs this time
there will be no dogs this time
there will be only wolves
and we will be the wolves
and we will not be cannibals
We will be perfect
and we will be wrong
and I will not blame you
for what I have done
I will not write letters to you
that I do not send
I will not write in my blood
I will not long for another
for you are myself
and we are wolves
fighting for what is already won
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Bio:
Christine Hall was raised in a trailer at the edge of the Adirondacks by cultist pornographers and troubadours. Inculcated with American mythology—tool girl calendars, bible stories, science fiction—she built on this education while hitching rides across the continent. Now at home in the Nashville creative community, Christine is an experimental artist, writer, and performer. Her work has appeared in Out & About Nashville, Be About It zine, and several anthologies including Sinew (April Gloaming Publishing, 2021), on MTA buses, and on stages with the Yoni Pearl Monologues, Poetry in the Brew, Cabaret Noir Collective, TSU, Third Man Records, Scarritt Bennett Center, and OZ Arts.
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