remember that our ancestors have forgotten such pleaseures
i am braiding intentional warp and weft, turning the tides
of what they first cautioned as 'too much of a good thing'
then banned as sinful
i am salivating on the fruits
watched by my forbidden brutes of olde
yet i am protected
immune to their harms
my gluttony for you isn't any old
broken down flake potatoes
no pride taken in their poison electrified monocropping
you are that charge
i'm choked up on
onions and peppercorn
fresh ramps from the hill
bugs emerging aside vernal pools
remember that my ancestors forgot
spring ephemerals bathed in blue rain twilight and sunrays
calcedony clouds
the sting of my tears when i don't understand why my eyes water
my ancestors might not know that i am learning to refuse to ask why i cry
just grateful that I can again
those layabouts were silverspoon stock
didn't know they were raising me on their filth while i rocked myself down in the next generations
they will know the error of their ways as i invite them to feel through me
remember when you were first neglected
remember when you first turned away
got greedy for some place in yourself you couldn't fill
too tender to share
my hungry ghosts are no longer welcome to feast on my soul
thunderclaps
lightning