Jayme del Rosario
Jayme del Rosario loves nothing more than having paint on her jeans, except maybe having brunch in Brooklyn. Originally from Northern California, she went to UCSD where she strategically switched her major six times in an effort to spare her parents the ultrashock of a move from Pre-Med to Visual Art. Her double major in Creative Writing has bubbled its way to the surface as she discovered the louderARTS project and their reading series louderMondays in Union Square and Acentos in the Bronx where she reads regularly.
Jayme's work pulls memories from the reluctant grip of family, makes observations on love with a detachment that proves somewhat unintentionally connective and discusses sexuality and its politics with a voice, refreshingly un-angry and delightfully sincere. She thinks of herself as a beginner. And she begins again each day with the page.
mercurial disposition of cupidís arrows
So she agreed to wait with patience
seize memories of would-be
kisses, endless, along her spine, her
waist, defy furrows of brow
from the volatile state of would-be
love. Would-be lovers still drunk
from partial lies of this canít happen,
now. here. please. or forgotten.
Curious desire is dangerous
when expectations are met
surprisingly, like flesh of peaches
revealing sweet meat that melts
in the warmth of mouth and bite of lips.
Apply pressure when needed,
working in light and shades, tools in hand,
rubbing surface with fingers
to sketch and feel her untouchable face.