Here is the text I wrote for the last project at St. Anthony Main:
I try to fall asleep here.
I close my eyes.
Wait for slumber to overwhelm my senses.
wait for the quiet.
I see blank white space.
Thin solid lines move across my field of vision,
quietly walking from one side to the other.
they begin to tangle
(this next section was call/response with Globalization talk in music)
I cannot sleep.
the knots tangle and bend
jerk upwards suddenly
I try to climb them but I run out of oxygen
My arms reach upwards,
pulling the weight of my body
onto the rocks.
the jagged edges ripping my clothing.
a single piece splits between the atoms in my thigh.
a small droplet of blood emerges
the red cells race to clot the small leisure.
bumping into one another.
playing tag, twister and sardines.
ring around the rosy.
A scab forms, and heals, the scab falling to the ground
to be buried with the dead leaves,
to grow into spring grass.
The tangle loosens
I pull the loose threads and put them back into their place.
the lines fade into the open space.
I am content.