During every First Tuesdays open mic, we communally compose a cento using language taken from each open-mic reader’s offering. The cento from January 2014 is made up of lines from poems read by David Pastor, Jason Ganitis, Peter Marra, Jay Chollick, Tim Fredrick, Fernando, Herb Rubenstein, Nancy Agabian, Jared Harel, Lyn Oestreicher, and Jack Feldstein.
A part of me feels washed out,
turning the color of a just-bit peach
adorned with chains of rust.
When corpuscles swell major with bright disease,
my right armpit sweats more than my left,
an infinite space willed with nothingness,
dancing the fugitive rhythms of time foreclosed.
Our lives are poems, not stories.
I must begin again.
Let me begin again.