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  • at the bottom
    of a week:
    dazed from ordinary loss
    of blood
    I lay down before him
    on the sidewalk
    eyeballs hot and keen as bulbs
    behind my translucent
    female eyelids
    the lids thin as lampshades of finest
    light-emitting skin
    women lose too much blood
    and are then incompetent
    of judgment
    they become translucent
    and see too much
    seeing through their fine keen
    skin:
    a curse of an instinct

    they lose blood enough
    to write their names everywhere
    initialing a city
    in bright drying red

    we meet our fates
    pretending to feel pain
    which we later feel
    in truth
    we tell lies and tell the truth
    this is because our brains are weak
    from loss of blood in our bodies
    we feel blood seeping gently outward from us
    and we meet our fates
    often


    Poem by Joyce Carol Oates from collection "Love and Its Derangements: Poems" (1970).

     

    Creators:

    Rafał Alchimowicz - dancer

    Aleksandra Foltman - dancer

    Edyta Janusz-Ehrlich - actress

    Tatiana Kamieniecka - choreographer

    Adrian Kulesza - dancer

    Marcin Kulwas - producer, author of script and music

    Agata Mieniuk - actress

    Kalina Porazińska - dancer

    Magdalena Płaneta - director