when i was deep in poverty you taught me how to give

from inside my mother i felt her
suppressed wishes
& now live them out myself
freewheeling the universe
tracing the earth’s veins
speaking with fish

my father went mad from fighting wars
and building nukes   he fell
down the stairs  that really

i am a bomb maker’s daughter
who wanted to live
like a strawberry leaf

who bloomed with voices 
in the walls
believing we were being poisoned
torched    possessed
eyes in the backs of our heads

i am my mother’s daughter
with sunflower mind

i am my father’s daughter
with agent orange blood

kept the blinds closed to keep it all hid
cursed the ceiling
danced with god

god is a woman
god is a leaf

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