Major Jackson read this and other poems in Seattle is a rare treat. I think there are some tickets left -- $20 for general seating, but free to students the night of the show. Just bring a student I.D. Hope to see you there. Click here to purchase tickets now!
Leave It All Up to Me
All we want is to succumb to a single kiss
that will contain us like a marathon
with no finish line, and if so, that we land
like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon
mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am
learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind
was torpedo, and her body was storm,
a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis
of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding
and park benches? She says, “Leave it all up to me.”
And here is a whiteboard animation piece that does a wonderful job of joining images to words - especially mornings arrived like blue martinis.