Drawings and Cento by Suzanne Goldenberg

Cento for friends & lovers

A hut in a field lone standing
willows whiten, shiver aspens _____________________ I push my face
the size of your palm/ against the side of the window
to feel the minutes of our short attention slip
i must be the bridge to nowhere ___________________ I feel
like i could disappear in the fog along with everything else
what part of me can i make tinder
our crisis is not just on the outside
at the train station i remember you turned me over
in bed i forget all details
And I’ve gone back to being someone i never was

 

 

A hut in a field lone standing _________________________________________________ Layli Long Soldier
willows whiten aspens shiver ________________________________________________ Tennyson
what part of me can i make tinder ______________________________________________ Brian Batchelor

I push my face the size of your palm/ against the side of the window ______ Ocean Vuong

to feel the minutes of our short attention slip ___________________________________ Simone Weil
i must be the bridge to nowhere _____________________________________________ Donna Kate Rushin
Without this exchange of the barest recognition, I feel like i could disappear in the fog along with everything else ________________________________________________________________ Kimmerer

at the train station i remember you turned me over. ___________________________ Sam Ace
And I’ve gone back to being someone i never was ___________________________ clarice lispector
our crisis is not just on the outside ____________________________________________ Flusser
in bed i forget all details _____________________________________________________ Bernadette Mayer

 

 

the beings I love are creatures
_____________________________ Without this exchange of the barest recognition, I feel like i could disappear in the fog along with everything else Kimmerer

 

Lay you down on the leaves watch you fight yourself  sam ace

are again struggling against me as i ask you to take

Please put your hands where my needs can see them Sam ace

But you hear how it feels always Layli LS
trust i will flower in your hand
a voyeur’s only power is longing Hayes
when i traveled to the smallest part of my body, i found CYTOPLASMIC SPACE Terrance Hayes

 

 

my ungainly body stumping over the mud flats with a look of transformation  AC
How tiring it is to disagree with everything. LR

Suzanne Goldenberg

Suzanne Goldenberg is a NYC based artist, activist and writer. She is the author of HELP WANTED and her forthcoming book GOING PRO. She hosts the CRUSH reading series at the Woodbine collective in Ridgewood, NY. Her work can be found at https://www.instagram.com/golden_suz/