EMERGENCE OR THAT TIME I TOLD MYSELF I USED TO BE GOD

RENEE CHRISTOPHER

 
 
What   if  I  ain’t   come  out
my     daddy      skull,     my
daddy    mouth   like   them
Olympians?    What   if   my
mama      told      me     the
truth―that      men     ain’t
necessary?     I   swallowed
salt  crystals  just  for  fun,
but  I could eat this  planet
whole.  Between her legs I
return    to    beginning   &
ain’t  that  what  a poem is:
if  one  day  I  met  another
me.
 
I   ain’t  no  god  of   mercy.
Worship   how   I’m   made.
because   something  born
could  never fuck like  this.
This  form  is   for  making,
where the  bomb becomes
a  place  to   breathe  in  a
poem     &    fuck    means
make  means  give  means
pause;    if  I  bothered   to
give    a   fuck,   my    birth
would  end  this world.

 
 

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