Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.

Rocks Crumble, Make New Forms, Oceans Move The Continents, Mountains Rise Up And Down Like Ghosts Yet All Is Natural, All Is Change.

Put Your Mouthful Of Words Away And Come With Me To Watch The Lilies Open In Such A Field, Growing There Like Yachts, Slowly Steering Their Petals Without Nurses Or Clocks.