the louderARTS Project

Corrina Bain

Corrina Bain was born on September 18th, 1983. She began performing her poetry when she was 14. She has opened for spoken word legends as diverse as Jim Carroll and Patricia Smith, and is credited in the lyrics of the Sage Francis album “A Healthy Distrust”. She is the author of a book entitled Ugly Poems For Ugly People, and has an album in collaboration with Tom Inhaler called Distilled. She has been a member of 4 national poetry slam teams, most recently representing Providence, Rhode Island. She is currently working on a stage show about Medusa, BDSM and the defilement of the sexual object. She lives in Boston.





Lighter

I remember your eyes
the bluest of acid baths
box of ribs balanced on a rickety spine
pale like those deep sea fish not evolved for light.

and when i reeled you into bed of course you were ugly
patches of hair on your shoulders from when your bodyfat sunk so low
biology said you had to grow fur to keep from freezing
pelvic crests rising out of your flesh like red flags
if your first grade teacher could see you
10 pounds too heavy 'til every bone leapt out like a shipwreck,
she never would've taught you subtraction

and you moved like a melodrama
like you were causing some meaningful destruction
banging yourself uplike a doorstop

i found you and lost my rhythm
like you were a song i could almost remember all the words to

you were all the youth and darkness i ever lost
and i know i can't win
can't make you believe your body is beautiful
when keeeping us ugly is a billion dollar industry

i can't even tell you i'll be there
i try to say it and my tongue skids
on the scar tissue speedbumping my own wrists
yeah, listen to me talk like i didn't leave you
like everyone else

saying it's hopeless
i'll only sink to your level
'cause i'm a liar and i'm a leaver too
and i didn't ever write this for you
because i know you won't listen
found someone else's tongue to suck like medicine
so you'll never have to listen to me again

and people ask me what i fell for
eyeliner streak, blank skin
your white frame in my black bed
a heiroglyph of need
yeah, baby. it makes me want to
leave
like i never belonged here

let some other girl tapdance in the operahouse of your ribs
you wanted martyrdom more than you wanted me and who could blame you?
it's the most flattering light you've found

honestly, you're right to be scared
it'll take your picture in the paper before anyone realizes you're pretty
last seen stuffed in a stranger's van
your eyes go blue as bug zapping light
your hair turns blonde
shining
perfect
people pray for you
like you're understood



© Corrina Bain



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