{"id":1163,"date":"2018-10-05T11:20:15","date_gmt":"2018-10-05T15:20:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/?page_id=1163"},"modified":"2018-10-10T14:53:41","modified_gmt":"2018-10-10T18:53:41","slug":"rebecca-levi","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/rebecca-levi\/","title":{"rendered":"Rebecca Levi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>Appendix<\/h2>\n<p>The world thins around me.<br \/>\nI never thought I\u2019d miss the viscous.<br \/>\nWhy does no one float here?<br \/>\nEven the fat pad who used to love me<br \/>\nslumps against the glass,<br \/>\nno good for conversation anymore.<br \/>\nThe others never talked to me, unproductive slick of tissue,<br \/>\nuseless and gorgeous\u2014<br \/>\nisn\u2019t that the definition of art?<br \/>\nI let them worry about systems and viruses<br \/>\n(classic middle management)<br \/>\nand studied the greats.<br \/>\nNot Van Gogh or even Picasso;<br \/>\nI wanted south, post-colonial,<br \/>\nKahlo and the Argentines<br \/>\nand of course Botero\u2019s bronze work\u2014<br \/>\nnaked giants with tiny genitals.<br \/>\nThe large intestine rolled its eyes,<br \/>\nnothing new.<br \/>\nThat\u2019s how I got into my Colombian period,<br \/>\nstarted puffing myself out.<br \/>\nI was trying voluminosity.<br \/>\nPushing the envelope. Annoying the colon.<br \/>\nOnly the fat pad appreciated<br \/>\nwhat I was doing,<br \/>\nso we hatched a plan to go live in Marfa<br \/>\nand make surrealist digital portraits<br \/>\nof very small things.<br \/>\nAll I had to do was keep growing.<br \/>\nThe fat pad elbowed out more space for me,<br \/>\nthe intestines went crazy,<br \/>\nthe colon flipped,<br \/>\neven the spleen heard about it.<br \/>\nWe knew we\u2019d be leaving soon.<br \/>\nHuddled together in the dark,<br \/>\nthe fat pad stroked my inflamed back<br \/>\nand reminded me of our whys.<br \/>\nNow we\u2019re in this glass house,<br \/>\nwhich isn\u2019t how I pictured Marfa,<br \/>\nthough let\u2019s be honest it could be Marfa,<br \/>\nbut just in case I keep an eye out for passing trucks<br \/>\nso we can hitch a ride to the desert.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5>Rebecca Levi (Poetry &#8217;18) is a musician and poet who has lived and worked in Peru, Colombia, and the U.S. Her poetry has been published in <em>BorderSenses<\/em> and <em>No Tokens<\/em>\u00a0journal, and her translations appear in <em>Carlos Ch\u00e1vez and His World<\/em> (Princeton University Press). This year, Rebecca received her MFA in Poetry from Boston University.<\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Appendix The world thins around me. I never thought I\u2019d miss the viscous. Why does no one float here? Even the fat pad who used to love me slumps against the glass, no good for conversation anymore. The others never talked to me, unproductive slick of tissue, useless and gorgeous\u2014 isn\u2019t that the definition [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8422,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":39,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1163"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8422"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1163"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1163\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1210,"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1163\/revisions\/1210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bu.edu\/236magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}