Maya Martinez
2/26/25
God grant me
God grant me
God grant me
Everything that came before me to bring me here now
Swelling want pushed my body into life and living
Everything smeared in the shit city
Was this what Delany was talking about?
Filthy filthy filthy
What makes us so scared of shit shit shit it is everywhere
We spend a lot of our lives parallel or in the same area or eye sight of shit
Other people's shit
Dog shit
Our own shit
People don't like it when they see human shit on the sidewalk. I think it reminds them something about the world, our conditions, the very thin shroud of reality we are all playing with. How easily things fall apart. How easily we could become human, shitting in the alley or the sidewalk. Some dog shit does look like human shit. Sometimes the haunting image is just of another thing. Possibility. Some dog shit does look like human shit and it doesn’t matter because it looks like human shit more than it does dog shit. Either way it creates a thing hanging in the air. A fear. And the truth. That everything is not so far from everything else.
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3/13/25
If you told me
This is what you want
I couldn't believe you
Cause I don't even believe myself when I want something
Cause wanting isn't to be trusted
When I’m wanting
When I think I'm wanting the sparkle sheen over my eyes pops into my middle eye. The surface of the eye fuzzy. Then dips into my real eye. And I spend days with the wanting soaking into my eyes. Lying to me with is candy popping fizzle in my eye. Stinging my eye . Making my whole spine giggle with wanting. Whole time I can't even see. Cause the wanting is candy popping on my eye like that. Like it's the truth. Whole time what I want should never be a truth. To me or others or the world. Wanting is just candy popping fizz on the eye. And I don't want to know it. And I don't want to know what I want. And I don't even want to want or know. Just breathe into my lungs and look out onto the world around me. See the valleys and the hills. See the days of heaven in the vision of reality. Be in the sun and God in the air and laugh.
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Maya Martinez is a writer, performer, and actress. Her full length book of experimental plays Theatrics, is out now with Wonder Press.