Jul 2019
Devised movement
A system of choreography
Follows an idea,
There are three worlds,
Three moments
That exist in
every action
Before the touch
-The tension you feel when you look him in the eyes before you kiss him
When you don’t know what you’re doing
But you want him to be “happy”
During the touch
The instant you kiss him and realize,
You made the wrong decision
The instant
Where movement and regret
Flow seamlessly together
Two words on a page
Like love and loss
Like skin and bone
Like shallow and deep
Like my lips and yours
We were star-crossed
Yet our fates
Were so viciously
Intertwined
Two words on a page
Like yes and no
after the touch
The moment where I chose
the ladder
But you disagreed
You decided
My kiss
Was enough consent
And you didn’t stop
You didn’t slow down
the moment
Where no meant nothing
But nothing was no big deal
And no was nothing
Because no wasn’t enough
And nothing else gave “no” meaning
So no became yes
Even though no was supposed to mean no
And I didn’t know how to fight “yes”
I didn’t know how to stop you
So my no stayed to being my no
And my no stayed to being your yes
And we agreed to disagree
And you told me no didn’t matter
after you kept going
The moment,
When my world fell to pieces
When I lost track of what went where
When I fell so deep into my head
That I didn’t know my own name
And I didn’t know your name
Or what you looked like
Or what I looked like
Or what we were wearing
I disappeared from the present
to resist the memory of
You
Staying in the future
It took me 6 months to remember what shirt I wore
It took you showing up in an old message to remember what you looked like
And it took me 8 months to remember
That even if you disagreed
No meant no
And no
meant no
meant no
meant no
And no meant
what you did will stay with me forever
And no meant
what you did to me
Will never be anything other
Than a painful memory
I finally titled you act
Finally titled you
You were no longer a partner
No longer someone I used to know
No longer
Someone who hurt me
Someone who showed up on facebook
You were my ******
You are my ******
And you will live with that title until the day that you die.
-devised movement, I
A system of choreography
Follows an idea,
There are three worlds,
Three moments
That exist in
every action
Before the touch
-The tension you feel when you look him in the eyes before you kiss him
When you don’t know what you’re doing
But you want him to be “happy”
During the touch
The instant you kiss him and realize,
You made the wrong decision
The instant
Where movement and regret
Flow seamlessly together
Two words on a page
Like love and loss
Like skin and bone
Like shallow and deep
Like my lips and yours
We were star-crossed
Yet our fates
Were so viciously
Intertwined
Two words on a page
Like yes and no
after the touch
The moment where I chose
the ladder
But you disagreed
You decided
My kiss
Was enough consent
And you didn’t stop
You didn’t slow down
the moment
Where no meant nothing
But nothing was no big deal
And no was nothing
Because no wasn’t enough
And nothing else gave “no” meaning
So no became yes
Even though no was supposed to mean no
And I didn’t know how to fight “yes”
I didn’t know how to stop you
So my no stayed to being my no
And my no stayed to being your yes
And we agreed to disagree
And you told me no didn’t matter
after you kept going
The moment,
When my world fell to pieces
When I lost track of what went where
When I fell so deep into my head
That I didn’t know my own name
And I didn’t know your name
Or what you looked like
Or what I looked like
Or what we were wearing
I disappeared from the present
to resist the memory of
You
Staying in the future
It took me 6 months to remember what shirt I wore
It took you showing up in an old message to remember what you looked like
And it took me 8 months to remember
That even if you disagreed
No meant no
And no
meant no
meant no
meant no
And no meant
what you did will stay with me forever
And no meant
what you did to me
Will never be anything other
Than a painful memory
I finally titled you act
Finally titled you
You were no longer a partner
No longer someone I used to know
No longer
Someone who hurt me
Someone who showed up on facebook
You were my ******
You are my ******
And you will live with that title until the day that you die.
-devised movement, I
