Daphne Gottlieb 2016 Lambda Literary Fellow

Daphne Gottlieb 2016 Lambda Literary Fellow



so my dog ate my fiction so here's some slightly used poems – to be exact for the woman who read the poem about homeless people having sex that ended if the shopping carts are rockin don't come a-knockin one you were a teenager you had one condiment nowhere to go this is nothing like that homelessness is transmitted through body fluids through sharing works for kissing public toilets we thought through seeing don't see it don't touch says is the luxury the way own is a luxury meaning that it's always there but it needs time and space to be yours and the incontinent man in a wheelchair the woman with scabies or lice whose pants don't close has no space the two men who collecting recycling before a doorman arms with garbage cans the Immaculate woman working two jobs sitting up all night in the Drummond the man talking to the moon to himself to God God is too busy to have genitals God is just trying to survive desire has no moment the homeless have bodies is there love during the more time and is this anything else three two one two nothing was rocking there was no door to knock the woman was raped the police report and so what the body from the center to the side now who moved the body farther move it harder move the body across the city and bare feet move it into the shadows move it and blew these citations who would into shelters are still in the streets hats together the body stays water but moves movement under blankets hand in hand it's warmer stay close the raped woman is so hot she's burning up start again that's about violence not sex not love nothing wouldn't the silver quite a nice pawn a hand I can hold and kissing in doorways and alleys and parks and anywhere else people will there's desire and sometimes love three nothing was rocking if you got it on you the body stays warmer move it into the streets don't go knocking burn it [Applause] [Applause] it kills me the way the world is literally I sat down to write about about how every 15 seconds a woman is battered in the United States about how a woman is raped every one point three minutes about how one in eight women develops breast cancer here's my problem I like you this is a problem the world already has too many of those I already have way too many of those so I sat down to write about heat and desire in Orlando and Trayvon and Trump and whatever I desire I think of you I am like you my pennies sprout snuggly kittens and spring flowers that I can feed myself for it I like you so much I had to have therapy of it and then I liked you so much I thought other people to get rid of it in the weekend you went to Disneyland I tried to grow Mouse ears I wanted to be your kid I wanted to grow up to be you are both service who tell us if I won't throw you out for using bad words like they do and they do so if you said something like for example oh oh oh god Oh Jamie I just take you back to bed because I like you so much this isn't in my agenda I like you so much but this should be a poem about breast cancer and I like you so much this speed poem about genocides I like you so much this people about ending capital and slashing the states the obvious it's not telling you of capitalism and patriarchy you have the totalitarianism to get no to you I will deep through my politics I will get it more therapy which I won't need when you're near me because there are B in politics to all be about making the world a little more then when I close the door actually me in the world is a little air perfect whatever you smile at me in or that doesn't bother me smiles the world is a little more perfect this world is perfect lab develops every time I want you [Applause]

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