Elizabeth

I fall in love. (Andrew Durst) Somewhere along the way

My death will be liberating. And after the sun had set and the kitten
was sleeping I’d lie awake dreaming of a
And I do not say that in the sense me I could never be. I’d lie awake
that I am going to find a cliff / promising a change I would fail to make as
and take a good jump off// the days went by - As I marked my
calender June 29. I lied awake hoping for a
No.// chance I would fail to take because
somewhere along the way I lost sight of
I am just trying to find / a my strengths, I switched paths on who I
clever way to tell you / really wanted to be. But one day I hope I
lie awake at night only dreaming of
that I do not know what is going beautiful sunflowers of yellow and
to happen next. // sluggish greens. I hope one day I wake up
in the morning greeted with warm tea and
You see, / an overcasting shadow of soft pinks and
there is a purples in the sky. I hope one day it’s you
fine line / and me instead of just me. Just me
between
dreaming and Beauty
mortality / She said
you are enough. you are loved.
and // You are
So much of what you fear can
I am finding out for myself / Never be.
that being in love
does not always She said
involve There are no mirrors I can
being awake.// Hold up
For perception once skewed see all
And for my sake / mirrors spotted
I fall in love with daydreams, /
nightmares,/ Your eyes.
hazy realities/ So fickle and short sighted
and/ That you
Can’t see what lays before you
the hung-over idea Or just beyond.
of not being enough. //
A blindness
It is all out of my hands.// To all that is beautiful.
It is all out of time.// You kill hope
Before it may give you
And the only thing I have left to do, Another chance.
now,/

is decide.//
Meenakshi Iyer
Let's
Let's fall off
the edge of the page,
sail beyond the visible line,
leap from the end of the ledge,
sink into the ocean,
then sink deeper beyond.

Let's slip away

from the rim of the cup,
slide along the edges of ice,
tumble into blades,
roll with the flowers,
soar beyond the reach of the sky.

Let's find parts of ourselves,

nobody sees, hears or thinks,
burrow deeper into a new skin,
move away from what has been,
crawl into a place, so far away,
the past will never come around.

SCRIPT TO SHOOT

BARE CHEST, READ THE POEMS.

Background: sticky notes. Edited black and

white

Shoot: mouth, eyes, bare back, sleep, hands

towrds the sun, read the poem but not look in
to camera