Iteration I: Blessed by the Great Mother, I was dropped into this life, a member of the several generations destined to negotiate the erotic boundaries between cultural prohibition, the whipped up frenzy of rock and roll, and mind expanding drugs- a short but intense period that lay magically between the availability of birth control pills and antibiotics, and the fateful appearance of AIDS.
Iteration II: I come from a long line of barbarians, land thieves, and genocidal murderers. My English forbearers arrived in America on the Mayflower. I have been taught to be proud of my ancestors. And, indeed, I am proud that my Puritan ancestors would not abide the oppression of anyone-not themselves, not others. I am proud that they took a stand against slavery. On my mother’s side I come from French Canadian and barely acknowledged Native American roots- the hunter and the hunted are alive in my genetic code.
"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? " "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg
The season frazzles
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Light follows darkness as darkness light:
the stunned sun halts mid-dance
Shiva Nataraj
motionless
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Kiswar Q'Inti*, The Royal Hummingbird of the North has entered this body
penetrating at the solar center
insinuating herself into each cell.
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definitive compartment
outsized objects squeezing in
awkward
expose my naked unprolificity
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