S o n d e r / S t a s i s

S o n d e r / S t a s i s : Gloss

We are making a show on a bus.
It is cliché. But it is a bus.
A bus of imagined motion, levels, bodies, flesh, circus
A bus where ropes become poles
Hoops become benches
Straps become windshields
A mess of bodies tangled and untangled
Driven through static space
We are making a show on a bus. About a bus.

Shift.

I think about how long it has been since I’ve been on a bus.
I think about the last time I was on a bus.
I think about how the last time didn’t feel like the last time I would be on a bus
For so long

The conscious and unconscious touch of hands
The way skin and imprints change
The way seats seem seeped in danger
Poles pulse with particles unknown. I feel unsafe
I think about the way I tried for kindness
But performed paranoia
I think about shifting gazes
Fearful eye contact
Contact felt / feels like too much.

We were making a circus show.
On a bus. About a bus. Transforming a bus.
Muscles, bodies, flesh, holding each other up
Supporting and exporting and transporting
It felt cliché
On that bus.

On my couch
In my home
On the floor
J e r k y f r o z e n move/ment
Pores to pixels
On a screen
Bodies untangled
Words making shapes
Recalculating routes of our
Static Bus.


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