A riot of colours wrapped in hues, Flocking the human streets, Marginalized communities, Embarking for their rights.. Striving ahead, Struggling for social acceptance, Enduring the discrimination, With their strong will and determination.. Parading afloat the Mardi Gras, Marching to the tunes offbeat, Settling an eye for the critique, Overlooking the misunderstandings with their feat.. Screeching for justice and legal rights, Requesting for acceptance worldwide, Nonchalance perpetuating solidarity and brotherhood, The pride marches ahead Head held high, Feeling proud of their existence In this non existential world…
Unceremonial by Cat Arisa March
in this gown I cannot run— only wooden duck shuffle shoeless or with sandals. I walk wounded in this ceremonial kimono. a silk coffin an iron cocoon
silk chafes a textured whisper I whisper back a conversation this inner ear fabric seashell pink I know this language
sweat creeps down the crease in my legs. I inhale obi stiff seated on a plastic chair in the honeytrickle heat
I catch mybody in a nearby window this crimson mouth these clasped hands this robe a garden
all cherry bloom ancestral grace I hike folds of fabric to my waist over the toilet and pray the crisp bow behind my back stays three-dimensional
makes me sit pretty a small gentle biped with albatross wings those wide peach horizon sleeves
mother says obachan must be laughing from the heavens at all the safety pins hidden in the folds of her old kimono and at the black yarn Jessie braided tight around my ribcage
I listen for laughing rosy hem around my ankles laughing silver bird trill laughing discordant unceremonial sweetness
the two of us tied together in one kimono obachan’s ghost and I laughing laughing laughing till it hurts oh it hurts how do you cackle in this thing—
What to do with cherry blossoms by Cat Arisa March
First, you pluck as many pink buds as can fill your pinafore pockets. in the bowl of your hands they are so soft
Second, you float the blooms in cold water in a little brown ceramic bowl that should drown all the insects you do not want in your tea
Third, you boil the flowers till they curl in on themselves and shrivel like cropped umbilical cords bleeding cherry-dark into the kettle
Fourth, you let the little dog hop at the base of the smaller trees to fill her mouth with blooms. she too understands— they taste so sweet
Fifth, you live far from me in Maryland and each spring you write, oh, the cherry blossoms are out—
oh, the well-aged trees line up like debutantes by the riverside, those pastel branches so rich with flowers that they stoop to grace the cool waters with tiny petal-boats and kiss their own reflections—
Sixth, the tea is ready so you pour the steaming water from the kettle into the painted teapot and you sip together the pretty, pretty blood
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