Superimposition: Romanian Folk Dance No. 3: Pe loc (1915)
To keep time I’ve set a drip
on the faucet, just something to measure
the intervals between meals
in ones & twos,
to stop these radiators from drying me out.
The sounds of the drops striking the sink basin
collect in the air—like rain on Victoriei
that first night we went dancing.
I drank too much & you scolded me
for not saving you
from the boy who danced too close.
He felt you up not knowing
sweat from rain water—
you swore in my bed
you weren't hot.
Now I turn on
the television. Despite cop shows
I don’t think it’s helpful to study
a single person in a single room—solitary
motivations tell us little. A crowd says
more. Show me a mob,
shoulders hurrying through the rain
into a cellar full of disco
lights & neon drinks
& I can tell you something
about people.
Call it ethnography if you must,
but collect those melodies & the passages
of hands from your hips
to your ass, & those grazings of lips.
Make a worn catalogue
of the bulky excitements of your partners.
Let them rove.
Maybe then you’ll know more
about want & need.
While you sweat
through your moves I’ll be busy
trying to figure out how to get through all this
honey you bought & left—
the scent of linden blossoms carries me
too close to the bees & their bee-work
& I can only eat so much
yoghurt, or drink so much tea,
this song is much too short
for the time I wait.
The lithograph above is by Bob Tomolillo and titled "H20 Pinata." Check out our interview with Bob here.
Jeremy Allan Hawkins is a US Fulbright Alumnus and a native of New York. His work has recently appeared in Tin House, Salamander, Hayden's Ferry Review, PANK, and Super Arrow. He currently lives and teaches in France.