“SCREAMING MIME” I should speak out when they abuse This pasty-faced artist who decided to choose Being trapped in silence with make-up queer I may not speak, but I can hear The taunts, the insults, and the hate Towards street performers who refuse the bait Of ridiculed anger through vulgar gestures Believing performance is a continuing semester Of learning to grow within painted smile Ignore the assholes, concentrate on the child. Who laughs with joy or open-mouthed wonder Yet tosses no coins as my stomach thunders Breaking the silence, begging for bread My intestinal rumblings plead to be fed A steady diet of human compassion Through the clinking of coins in an appreciative reaction To my ancient art and enduring hunger Selling myself like a common whoremonger Hoping to satisfy an insatiable crowd In tight fitting Spandex, a seductive shroud Ignoring lewd sneers at my exposed anatomy That I've twisted and stretched in hopes it would flatter me As my muscles contort and my body sings A silent song that once entertained kings
Miss Unity is a writer and drag queen from upstate New York. Her essay collection ‘Who Killed Mabel Frost?’ will be published by SF/LD Books in 2023.
Mark Blickley grew up within walking distance of New York’s Bronx Zoo. He is a proud member of the Dramatists Guild and PEN American Center. His latest book is the flash fiction collection, Hunger Pains (Buttonhook Press).
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So entertaining and lines are going through beating the heart for the performance of miming. Excellent writing.
That was.very interesting, the puppets especially.