No one knows what it’s like to travel backwards to
before To those moments when you were tabula rasa
Before they put their mark on you Before horsemen+
baseball players +models Before Polish+Russian Jews
Before the Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
entered you on a cellular level
Who were you?
Perhaps the question has never been: nature versus nurture?
But rather: Once nurture takes over does it obliterate nature?
Does nature even exist? Other than for that brief pre birth canal
spasm Before sacred substances blood feces urine +the placental
feast smear your clouds of glory making you ½ the creature you
were meant to be
Come on! Take a stab at it Who?
Perhaps if you are bold enough to you will be cast out of the space
time continuum + instantly take your seat next to Yaweh or Zeus!
You’re stalling Who? Is it in fact because nurture has jettisoned
the essential you? The one who had small wing tips at scapula?
Face it You’ve mourned flying all of your days
Often putting head into wind Developing degenerative disc syndrome
by 30 Weighted down by their freight Sinners Panzermen Mad-women
Your birdlike pure essence Sturdy girl-boy Ravine dweller Forest nympho
Hawk mother Father a rolling stone
Nature worshipper Bareback rider by 5
Captivity anathema Ditto close quarters with humanity A lone wolf
Die of tribal glue seeping in through them +theirs Play nice Don’t
fly or I’ll give you something to cry about! STOP soaring +walk upright
you frightful bird-child
Or we can’t ensnare you
Now 60 years on you collect downed butterflies +battered 6 yr. olds pre-
dawn only to free them later on Today you found a Swallowtail molting
on June asphalt Telepathic connexion It said: There is a snap at C-4 the
disc where all the pain began In the years ahead these words will come to
mean less and less + the snap will morph into a cancerous mole
FER CHRISSAKES COWGIRL
OPEN THE FREAKIN SNAP!
+ DAMP WINGS SHALL UNFURL
SUMMER SOLSTICE 2017