ancestral wasteland
to name is to in some sense
own how strange then
you named me
without knowing who i am
down to bones tonight
i will set fire
to the dank leather cuffs it’s time
you called me by what
i really am
that molecule of sweat freed
from the shame your mother’s mother
forced into you
that hymn caught in your throat
by the silence your father’s father
impelled into you
i am an ocean you’ll never taste
or a wildflower you’ll never smell
i
am
free
*Published by Fever Dream on 11/18/20