I just HAVE to share this one with you all. It is brilliant poeming
When did it surface?
Is it right to lay the blame
on a fly in my DNA, a crack in the egg,
a badly-placed step in the dance of the sperm?
Did it seep in while I swam in neo-natal simplicity?
Is it lack or a perverse surplus; missing mineral or toxic germ,
or is it quickening depletion?
Can’t slake my thirst.
Oozing through a bruising birth canal,
keening for unseen freedom, did I forget to collect
my nourishing any-time drinks?
I started to burst
Lying naked at the wide end of space,
thin flesh tingling with echoes, did I relish or regret
my clamorous exit from the womb?
while mother nursed
My mouth spelled an O
around a milky breast, my ready tongue reached to feed –
did not the food fulfil my need?
and dreams were rehearsed
ignored each command, did they steal
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