Cringe: a video exhibition of self-reflexive performances, awkward personal narratives, and portrayals of the artist as an alter-ego rejecting social norms
From the chapbook: NO FACE, JUST BOOBS (February 2015)
by Geraldine Kim
Wish it were my clit instead
or just my melting fat
the mess-oh-potamia of it
the unreal red
in hair, eyelashes were looking
I laughed, giggled, whatever
my clit and brownie bits
do not use the term “abduction”
just “fake milk”
Listen, nothing ever happened.
She just seemed kind of busty looking.
HIM: When will you stop? (no face, just boobs)
HER: Fat fingers, fat palms.
The best angles: full frontal
the skin we all inhabit
just know how to use tongue
it’s a bow, a bow that’s already been
or, facing camera, you stop labor
(looking down a lot of shirts)
I see your face