Ian Hatcher

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to be alone

when it rains when the streetlights turn on
and the gloss of night like lip balm smooths over your shadow

and you talk to yourself...
because no one else is worth talking to
you kinda wish you were brave fog afraid and ashamed

to take that old lost mask your beautiful face
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On occasion the poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

Past readings:

A four-hour online version with dozens of participants also took place 12.3.09 as part of Streamflow Conditions, curated by Judd Morrissey for Subito Press.

— Ian Hatcher / clearblock.net