12 January 2025
intimate mix
write and write and writhe the
roots of my hair in my liver the sky in my mouth
there is no one any more I know as Geraldine
it was once such a beautiful name I remember a
Gerald a garden gone wild thank God
he is not here thank you for who he is was what he was
a superlative human with the wisdom
of Solomon to call in just a yahoo! gimme
some wisdom just once was his garden
now it is wilding written in genes and the
lovers of genes those suspects you were always
hiding from your mother your teenage self, wild
that is, not tameable, not
explainable, your roots and hairs
the barrage of your molecules and
organs you could have been Galileo a girl
or a boy I don’t mind I would have been some of you
I could have been none