*POTATO WALTZ*
I have a potato in my throat.
Showing myself.
Looking left and right.
I want to kiss...
I live in fear. An elegant doll strapped to a dirty window. She looks down
at the floor boards. I live in the dirt below.
I want to make a perfect circle.
Cut my world in chunks. Dip my chunks in salty hands.
Faster, faster. Don't move well in the light.
Explain. My skin. To me. I want to taste. Like a Working Honey Bee.
Do you work? Do you work? Are you working? Do your inner and outer parts
work? Does the world work for you?
I dance and dance and the elegant doll hides her applause and I lift my
webbed mouth to the dirty window and kiss her eyes.
Once more.
Potato. Waltz. Doll. Parts. Taste. Eyes.
Poem by: Hilde Susan Jaegtnes
Film by: Jan Rune Blom and Hilde Susan Jaegtnes
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