I fear being the older woman
but don't fear being the younger girl?
That's the unforgiving.
I know there's something in me.
That blood, my blueprint, jumbled
chromosomes and embryo.
Am I really more like you than an apeman?
Sometimes, I wake up a feral child.
Wolf orphan. Genie tied to the chair
in the attic. Mythical origins unknown.
Plucked from the river in a basket
among the snakes and reeds.
Suckling on my mom-wolfs-tit.
Greek. Roman. Celtic. Lolita.
Lore among lore; not a kernel of truth.
Except in that universal human way
how in all the millennia, I am a cliche.
No comments:
Post a Comment