Inside original sin I found the love of a mother/suckling wind grass/pulling life straight from the breast/“you have teeth now” she said/ “you have a tongue now "she hissed/ cover your wailing ears/ pour into the ground /lukewarm earth/ remnants of venus/ sun that whispers straight into my ear "you have a calling now” /she grappled down the streets/cloven hooves/ antlers dangled from her mouth/ there is flesh to sell & flesh to hold
Inside the circle of rotten apples I sliced open my stomach/ held my womb high/ sang tragedies/ revolutions/ libations spilling/ from tips of fingers used to pull the stitches/pull the roots up/ hammer down planks/ wood to carry termites/ wood to box up freedom/ silhouettes of a distant moon/ “we don’t believe in that” the voices said /I spray my blood into the audience/ become guttural / arterial/ house beings with
speak of .
What of this vomit?/ What of this filth /that crushes villages/ I’ve left my door off, hinged my head instead/ feasted on dirt from the garden/ shed myself/ lost my legs/ waded belly deep/ this ruin/these warnings / chewed
Mother said “if they say you are poison use it to your advantage ” /mother said “if they brand you a villian, live as villains must suck/ down the traitors/ cage the captors"/ mother said “you are not the victim ”/ mother said “do not be a victim ”/ mother crashed down forests/ writhed underground/ where the angels caught against themselves/mother banged/ broke/ screamed out/ ripped out her wings/ pulled teeth/crushed light to powder/ took it down in shots/ said “being a curse to this world doesn’t have to be bad”/ draped me in vines and/ the wares of scavengers/ pushed her fingers through my flesh and/ sent
Here I bask in glory/ here I catch the sun on my cheek/ rub mud against my gums/ sprawl into landscapes/ catch flies covered in vinegar/ spin around in webs/ cocoon inside branches/ come out wrapped in askew bandages/ come out smeared in berry juice/ talking about saints while/ the teacups spin./ Here I am covered in veils/ here I marry scorpions/ they kiss my neck/ I run through the streets at night/screaming warnings/ tug off my blouse/ lay in the cracks of the foundation/ here I become milk/condense against glasses survive/ against the odds/ stay up for centuries picking scabs/ here I have nothing/ to do with original sin/ here I foam in the bathtub/ electrocute in the cellar/ hold my hands above my head/
Here I keep the heart she gave me safe/ haunt shipwrecks/ return/ in tides/ dirty and holding the secrets/ of worlds I am a fugitive from/ shining gold/ not raising my head up/ saying:/ “god help me” but sitting/ neck deep in the sand/ with my mouth full/ treading land/choking on air/ not knowing what to do with my hands
Just like in the beginning.
— Genesis; R. A. M