Three performers. One poem.

Written by Mark Maza. Directed by Chance Calloway.

"Winter"

It’s hard to tell the difference between
This weather and
I-
Such a cold, dead thing-
It can’t stop bringing up the parts I’ve gutted
In my name,
And by “parts” I mean,
The cared-for
Whose love I’ve pried open and fish-hooked out of me
And sold
For a drop
For snow
For reasons to refuge in someone else’s warmth
And spite a good fire waiting at home
I am good at being live-wire enough to keep loved ones at home
-at a distance
Where they can’t see the tornado of me
You know,
Spinning out of control and trying to grip onto hope
And it turned into a bottle full of answers
T