N: Oh, my goffic heart bleeds black at this poem.
Kitten: Death Dance. Oh yes.
Death Dance
We run through the forest
Trees whispering, "Hurry! Hurry!"
Kitten: Hurry your bitch-ass up!
Leaping rocks, ducking low branches
Kitten: Leaping rocks? The rocks are leaping? Or they're leaping over the rocks?
N: I prefer the first visual.
Rushing water urging us along
Kitten: I have to pee…
N: Is this a river or what?
The trees part at the water's edge
Waves lapping at our feet
We jump across from stone to stone
RUN, RUN
Kitten: Run, Forest, RUN!
N: Waves? What the hell, the ocean's in the middle of the woods?
Kitten: I want to read a poem about people who are running, but not because they're in a hurry. They're just running for the joy of running… because they live in Kitsalano.
he familiar old trail ends at the center of the lake
N: This trail sucks. I mean, it's got lots of rocks and branches and if it stops at the center you have to be Jesus to walk across half of it.
Kitten: Hallelujah!
Sea grass waving anxiously
N: I thought it was a lake?!
Kitten: It's magical.
We whirl together in a dance
Laughter drifting hauntingly through the fog
Hands clasping each other's tightly
N: Each other's what?
Kitten: Wangs.
Come, come to us
Kitten: *Idle Hands impression* Come to us, come towards the light, ooooh!
I will never let go
Kitten: Of my wang.
I command you to come forth
Kitten: CUM over 2 my house!
But her fingers loosen
Come, come quickly
N: This is sort of pornographic, here.
She falls backwards into the water
My daughters
N: She is not plural.
Her silent lips bidding me a sorrowful goodbye
Join me
N: 'Join me' is not usually a farewell…
I grasp hopelessly, helplessly at her disappearing hand
JOIN ME
N: *Evil Dead impression* JOIN US!
The last bubble of air exploding at the surface
Ahh...
Kitten: She hould NOT have eaten those burritos.
Far below, through the crystal clear water, I can see the clean-picked bones of my mother and my twin
N: This was so stupidly confusing.
Kitten: I know. That's it?
N: Uhm, yeah.
Kitten: Wow. That's a short piece of shit.