in the waters of River Möbius (2018)
A reworking of The Möbius River for performance
You sat at arm’s length
I stood from afar
Watched you attempt to swim through the bottom of a glass
Failing to see the futility of this task
Still I asked – why do you try?
To reach the other side – you replied
Pause, wave, joke
Clearing the conversation along with stale cigarette smoke
You became so good at hiding, your own eyes struggled to find
The source of stains you couldn’t wash away
The liberation of personal chaos.
Lost in moments of intense vulnerability.
What if I allow it to seep through and stain my sparkling clean veneer?
Watch me in the way I can’t stand to see myself.
Saturday 10th November: Performance at Rich Mix London as part of POEM BRUT