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Button Poetry is committed to developing a coherent and effective system of production, distribution, promotion and fundraising for spoken word and performance poetry.
We seek to showcase the power and diversity of voices in our community. By encouraging and broadcasting the best and brightest performance poets of today, we hope to broaden poetry’s audience, to expand its reach and develop a greater level of cultural appreciation for the art form.
When a boy tells you he loves you It'll be the first time you hear this It is late and he isn't even there to Tell you this in person but instead from A car ride home from a bar in Chicago he Is their own business And of course she will smile Because he sounds like he means it Because you believe him because a boy Has never handed those words to you like Crushed blackberries in the palms of his Hands firm Young full waiting to taste sweet with You his arms creeping vines begging to Touch the sun in your face saying here Take everything I have ever touched to Be closer to you his breath waiting to Be folded into a love note passed in Between the nape of your neck and his Front teeth he will remember the time You told him you felt safe in his mouth And he will never grow hungry Just distant
