Late Night Dance Parties

By: Reanna Marchman


We are snakes with dislodged jaws
Eating oranges whole
Dancing in darkness
With glow sticks all around
Moving our nonexistent
Feet and hands
To the beat
A coil that keeps
Moving
Spitting gold fish across
Into another’s open mouth
Late into the night
We turn back time
Water flies
And I
Can hardly breathe
Hysterics take over
With wet floors
We slip on
But don’t care and fall and bruise our knees
Wrestling for the spout and hiding in
Locked bathrooms
Where we spray each other with perfume
And splash H20 out the cracks
With wide teeth we laugh
And eat
Then finally relax with our dislodged jaws hanging open
Eating oranges
And watching into our vision the static pass.

And I [he/she] Who Saw, Who Knew

By: Reanna Marchman



Sits

              On a crowded side walk

                       Tattered hair

Musky shadow hovering

             Over the sun burned form

                        Engrained on the brick wall

             A silhouette of what was

                                   Once seen as human

              Or so assumes the passers by

                                Walking

               Blinded and numb

               To the PERSON behind

                            The dirt

Unaware of the permanent marker in hand

               The cement a blank sheet to

                             Write

Those poetic words,

                                         which matter to me
  
               “And I who

                 Saw, who knew

                 Who thought. Who

                 Thought why. Who

                 Stopped before asking

                 Why. Who knew to

                  keep going? Who

                  knew to stop then?

                 They never stop.

                 They never ask why.”



I would have liked to ask

                WHY

                                Will no one else?