Daily Archives: January 21, 2014

Scorcher

So simple, really: if what you are
hurts, be someone else.

Burn off your heritage and history
like so much kerosene.  Toss it onto a fire
and watch your pain combust into Heaven.
Reinvention is the American way.

Of course, they made it hard
to be what you once were

and they are going to make it hard
to be what you have become.
You will be lying from now on
but it should feel no worse than the truth did.

This is why the recommended method
for defense against this is fire.

Even if it burns you too, there’s still
a mythologically significant chance
that you’ll burst out
through the flames

at last adorned in colors
everyone can agree on.


Biracial Surrender

If I am tolerant
of friends
who define me, if I
accept those definitions,
remain mute
as they forget
who I am
and choose what I should be,
become what little they think
they see of me,
I deserve to be stripped
of my own definition.

If I allow
smug anthropoogists
to set my name and limits, 
remain quiet
as I am measured
and fitted, let them
titrate my blood
and unstring
my helix,
I deserve
all the pins and tags
they stick me with.

If I allow bureaucrats
to grant me my ID,

if I allow my company
to give me my straitjacket,

if one drop makes some
one thing
and one sixteenth makes some
quite another,

if how I grew up
and what I was called
and what made me smile
and what I ate and drank
and what I was told I was

and what I faced
and how I was shaped 
and how I was warped
and how I was cold beaten
and forged
are discarded
because it doesn’t 
show — 
if I allow myself
to be all theirs,

I deserve to lose
what little I’ve cobbled
from my shattered history

and shall not dare to be
what I am 
again.


Questions Not Answers

I’m partial to the sound
of a rising uncertain
inflection these days

as the world is no longer
made of atoms
but of questions; answers

are now bombs,
wrecking balls,
crowbars. Questions

offer foundations that
can flex in quake or storm;
firm responses snap or shatter.

When everything is
in question, best just
to stay still and listen.

Two answers at least
for each question; two worlds
at least deriving from each;

demanding right answers 
seems insane — so much
dies when minds slam shut;

in love therefore 
with the uncertain inflection
as it rings with life.