The 2-1 Punch

Friday, February 21, 2003

Hi everyone!

I made this around a year or so ago (I was 22! Not 21 like the piece makes it seem (I was trying to be catchy with switching the 1-2 punch to be 2-1 punch!)) and have shopped it around a few litmags, but unfortunately it hasn’t been placed anywhere. I still wanted to share it though, as I wrote it in a time in my life when a lot of things were changing and I really felt like I was growing up.

The date is significant because that was the day I was born! I love collaging and wanted to try doing something digital and found this newspaper from the archives. I spent hours cutting out words and stringing them together. Honestly, this was one of my favorite projects to work on and I need to do something like this again!

All of the images and all of the background patterns and such were also pulled from that newspaper.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved making it!

<3

Read it in plain text

9 months later and I still hit snooze,
putting off freedom in favor
of a few xtra days
of being somebody special.

Resistance is older than hope.
Pleas go unheard & I’m expelled.
We spend days nursing
injuries older than humanity,
making resolutions,
transplanting love
in brittle bones
’till I’m released

right on target! to start a dialogue
with my body.
To struggle coming to terms
with my human error.
To realize there’s no hope
for good hope.
I leave

& never look homebound
in pursuit of more.
In pursuit of me.

21 years older, I’m still sleepwalking.

Writer’s Note!
All excerpts pulled from Times Daily on Friday, February 21, 2003.