Mimi cooks with open lips and too much weight on
the-doctor-said-bad-hip.
Harsh words float from her tongue real quick.
Fervent slips of words,
Wishes.
THE WALLS HOLD MORE THAN HEAT HERE.
Her on-paper-healthy-body
Shivers.
She accedes her glass
Fixtures
The home’s adornment of frames and
So-called-perfect-pictures
With fast blows of simple
words and wishes.
PLEASE,
I CAN’T COOK ON SIDEWALKS.
The in-due-time-clock
Tic-tic-twitches.
But, time aint always so good
To her kind.
Now,
Mimi sleeps under the
Leaky faucet of
Moonshine and
Stardrops
Cracked fences aren’t quite
What the walls been
Alleyways ain’t much a place for singin
The heat’s got plenty ways
Of escapin
All Mimi can do
Here
is open her lips
To a wily sky
Of lost prayer and
Recipes
It seems things out
Here
In the dreams-wide-open
Go just as she gone:
UNSEEN
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Throughout her childhood adventures, and equally imaginative young adult life, Skye Ellis has been lead by curiosity. Ellis moved from MA to D.C. to explore community, identity, free play, improvisation, and the art of organized rebellion. Questions about the society in which she's expected to conform to stimulate her work as an actress, writer, designer, and friend.
