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Around Coming Around - a performance Marty Pottenger I WAS SIXTEEN WAS I A CHILD? I WAS SIXTEEN I CAN'T REMEMBER I CAN'T REMEMBER WAS I A CHILD? I WAS SIXTEEN MY FATHER AND I WERE DRIVING HOME AFTER VISITING A COLLEGE AFTER DRIVING ALL DAY WE STOPPED AT A MOTEL THE WALLS WERE GREEN THAT TERRIBLE LIGHT GREEN USED IN MOTELS THE DESK CLERK SMIRKED AND I WAS EMBARRASSED I DIDN'T KNOW WHY I WAS SIXTEEN WAS I A CHILD? I CAN'T REMEMBER THE DESK CLERK ASKED DO YOU WANT SINGLE OR DOUBLE BEDS, SIR? AND I SAID TWO BEDS TWO BEDS TWO SINGLE BEDS WAS I A CHILD? THE CLERK SMIRKED MY FATHER SAID IT DOESN'T MATTER AND I SAID INSIDE BUT IT DOES MATTER IT DOES MATTER I WAS SIXTEEN I WAS A CHILD AND WE WENT TO THE ROOM WITH THE TWO SINGLE BEDS I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM TO PUT ON MY NIGHTGOWN A SHORT NIGHTGOWN WITH GREEN AND BLUE FLOWERS I CAN'T REMEMBER AND I GOT INTO BED THE BED BY THE BATHROOM AND SAT ON MY BED BEFORE WAS I A CHILD? AND HE WAS IN THE BATHROOM A LONG TIME HE CAME OUT AND SAT I CANT REMEMBER ON MY BED AND PUT HIS HAND ON MY KNEE AND I LAY THERE AND DID NOT MOVE HE TOUCHED MY BREAST I CAN'T REMEMBER STROKING MY BREASTS ON TOP OF MY NIGHTGOWN AND HE CAME DOWN ON TOP OF ME IWAS SIXTEEN WAS I A CHILD? I CAN'T REMEMBER I CAN'T REMEMBER HE LAY THERE I DID NOT MOVE THE BLANKET BETWEEN US I WAS SIXTEEN HE STROKED MY BREASTS BREATHING IN MY FACE AND ASKED ME ICAN'T REMEMBER IF I LIKED IT AND I AND I AND I CAN'T REMEMBER INSIDE I SAID NO INSIDE I SAID NO I CAN'T REMEMBER AND HE STAYED THERE ON TOP OF ME MOVING AROUND TOUCHING MY BREASTS TOUCHING MY NECK AND HE ASKED ME IF I LIKED IT AND I SAID NO AND HE GOT UP AND HE GOT OFF AND THE WHOLE NIGHT I STAYED AWAKE WAITING I CAN'T REMEMBER AND THE NEXT MORNING WE GOT UP WE HAD BREAKFAST AND WE DROVE THE REST OF THE WAY HOME
mime open blade pause take small knife out of pocket hold knife in right hand turn left forearm palm up cut lightly/carefully 3 times holding left arm still put knife away closing blade against right thigh turn cut wrist over catch blood in right hand when hand almost full pour blood from right hand into left hand apply pressure/release pressure/release with right fingers upon left wrist stopping flow of blood eyes focus always on action take two right fingers and dip in blood look up as if in the mind's mirror and slowly paint lines down right cheek repeat and paint left cheek repeat and draw a line across forehead repeat and place both fingers on chin drop hands and stare at own reflection
one for me. one for you. one for me. (dealing imaginary cards) one for you. one for me. one for you. one for me. let's see what you got? MONEY .... ULCERS ... and a PENIS. how 'bout that— i got LESBIAN... LOVE.. and uh...A TERRIBLE FEAR i tell you what, i'll trade you some of my fear for some of your—no? so ok. we stick with what we got. (photo: Libby Turnock)

Marty Pottenger lives in New York City, is a carpenter, and performs improvisationally "with whoever's in the room, whatever's on hand, and what's inside all of us."