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2 POEMS Berry Grass
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ACCOUNTABILITY Let’s get to the point, like water does, rushing to fill all the spaces: this is about liquidity. What fills the spaces isn’t whether or not I am your daughter but whether or not I can afford to be your daughter. There are costs involved. The empty spaces are what writing teachers call "place." It is understood by the writing teachers that place is the bodies of water where you are from. It is understood that a father’s bottle of whiskey is itself a body of water. It is understood that until you surface, fluvial, in your womanhood there’ll be empty spaces. So 1mg of liquid injected into the delta of my thigh every other week is getting to the point. Meanwhile the water levels everywhere else are rising, and that’s getting to the point. The point is that this is about liquidity. What fills the spaces isn’t whether or not a space can be defined in thought but whether or not I can afford the box. What fills the spaces isn’t whether or not your many waters sustained me, Excelsior, but whether or not I can afford to live with your minerals in my blood. Am I obliged to your iron, am I in debt to your manganese. My alkaline inheritance.
__ TRUE OR FALSE
"Drink the water at regular intervals, if possible.
"Public restrooms were in high demand
"A single bottle contains "She is curing more disease with her matchless waters
__ These two pieces are early pages from my forthcoming book—Hall of Waters—about my hometown of Excelsior Springs, MO, & usin its specificity to examine the larger toxicity of middle American whiteness. "True or False" is an assemblage of statements about Excelsior Springs from old articles & tourism advertisements. All of the quotes are authentic found/archived text, but some of them tell falsehoods or stretched truths about the town: which is, as we know, how dominant culture is maintained. |