Friday, December 2, 2016

Magdalena Ball #18: Allison Portchnik

Allison Portchnik

it never happens anymore
and it was a relief
for a while, to be free from
cultural stereotyping
to break open the box

I didn’t fit anyway
in our tiny flat
on the lower east side

but you know, I’m getting older
my body no longer obeys
the constrictions of mind

names once seemed so important
like the fall of the hair
a face captured
innocent of makeup
on film

as if a part of us were contained
there, frozen and pretty
easy to define

everything else is too terrible
to contemplate
the untamed self

people blanche when you use
real names
you’ve re-created them
taken their souls
recast them into what
they never were
and now are, forever

with a pseudonym
or let’s say, in this instance
a married name

anything is possible

the freedom of obscurity
of opening your body to birth
or looking death
in his bloodshot eyes

don’t ask me to cower
to trade all that natural anger
for peace
I’m getting on

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