Response to Morgan Parker's Works

This is the work that spells out contemporary, the pleasant, unpleasant truths of our currrent moment. Parker's words make me sick with reality, I bite into each of her poems, chewing line by line, choking on her spacing and expecting to become ill but, intsead catch a glimpse of my smile in the mirror while i nod my head to her hip hop. She is so hip hop. She is so not hip hop. She is rythm and poetry, and the prose of our generation.

The truth is, the lines of Parker's poetry completly overwhelmed me as a reader. As a brown woman. As a femme. It is difficult for me to even reread some of her words, for their potency cuts me like a knife- the reason I was built is to outlast some terribly feminine sickness, I am just a slab of something. At the same time she is able to lift everything within me to rise to level of ignorant hopefullness I am a tree and some fruits are good and some are bad, my existence keeps going, I am king & athem. 

I had the opportunity to witness Morgan's work in audio format as well as on the page, as if her words  needed anymore life in them. At first I thought this alternative way of contemplating her work might make it softer to swallow, but now I am just left with Parker's voice, herself preaching her revelations:

i will never be a woman

somewhere in my memory, i was held

no one worries about me because i 

am getting paid 

it looks like a body on its knees

A trough of hearts meets me in the anxious sun

privliege and worship

this booty is smooth running water

too thick for love 

we have ideas and vaginas

portrait-ready, american blues

We is is is is is is is

What's largest is the ego, half animal growing near mint

the world would crumble without my unwavering sacrifice.

everything crazy is the best, i learned from aunties

The women are only crying

you are a live because you are a question

i know the anwser is probably cleavage

no time for lights, we have       our throughts our skin

remember the album that mattered when we were still poor?

beyonce are you sure youre okay?

it's almost obvious to interpret like teeth, or pomegranates, or ocean.

i wont have any feelings to hurt just cheeseburgers on cheeseburgers

i will address the prayer to myself

i have almost forgotten what its like to be out at sea

so i wife myself

took me a while to learn the good words

the fucking sky

                                                                              

 ringing in my conciousness.