POEM: consent

Posted by Leah Benetti in FringeBlog on August 29, 2016

Transcribed from original:

hey baby have i asked you to question me and you know that thing you assumed has been wasted for always you have drained me of my meaning and now i am the brick wall that you shout your voice at in hopes to hear an echo thru that broken threshold where hollow patrons sitting at the bar empty themselves into glasses, lost in reflections, ashtrays, booze, girls, etc in hopes that hate and anger will one day ask them how they feel and perhaps how things could be better going, but if we are not asking questions lets agree to raise our hands and ask consent to be a peaceful energy and you are you and i am me and i ask you why you’ve hurt me
stolen from me
me

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