Christian Bardin Interdisciplinary artist and teacher originally from Houston, Texas. As a musician, they composed and directed the short opera YR GOD MY GOD under Minnesota Opera’s MNiatures commission, and will release her first full-length album, Shorts, later this year. Member of the Works-in-Progress cohort 2022 at Red Eye Theater. @c_bard @ceebard
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Phosphor Bronze I brush my teeth before sitting down to map out what I don’t want to forget At the table from Jenny who didn’t need it anymore Where we had Thanksgiving dinner last year When you shared our relationship for the second time on social media with a picture that said so full Two intangible times when you were not afraid to share me, to share you with me. Near the spot on the floor where on the night before my 30th birthday we burned every year I’d been alive so far and every numerical age too, one by one by one, 29 times times two. You told me you were so glad I was alive, and embraced me while I cried, (I was so afraid to keep starting a new life) and held me gently by washing the dishes I had heaped in two piles Until we purified my past, on the living room floor, with fire Smoke pluming in the house wrapping us in the dissipating exhalation of what came before now remnants of 16 and 1995 and 23 and 7 and 2018 unseen but sticking to our clothes, our hair the insides of our mouths, unseen but the smell sticks Matter cannot be created or destroyed. (I am so afraid to keep starting a new life) You were the only one who showed up to what was supposed to be a party, and you brought champagne. I brush my teeth before sitting down to map out what I don’t want to forget
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