COMMENTS: I envisioned myself huddled in a nondescript corner of an alley reading the poem, while the chaos around me heightens. I speak to the recording device as I would in a confessional. By the end, the recording device recedes into the heart of the chaos as the world around me falls apart.
COMMENTS: This strikes me as having diasporic rhythms, seeking to own, or perhaps share, what it means to inhabit and embody diaspora, while remaining attentive to the ways it inhabits and embodies us.
COMMENTS: I associate this poem so much with fall (read: the months during which I hide away and think quietly to myself) that despite this year’s September finding me in a South American spring, I still continually return to this poem. Giving voice to the dog in this reading has transformed what this poem means to me—it came out more playful than I thought it would, especially for a piece that makes me feel particularly fall-like.
POEM: "With No Desire to Call Anyone I Reach for my Phone"
POET: Rachel B. Glaser
POETASTER: Chelsea Martinez
DATE: August 20, 2013
LOCATION: Cypress, CA
COMMENTS: I liked this poem for how flip it came across on paper, but when I read it, I found myself speaking quite seriously. My favorite part is about the cover-up makeup even though for me, it's usually a gross moment when I see my own face sweat freshly stuccoed onto the glass plate.