fuck it

poem

so what, if we have known violence

our elders distilled

-

through lineage, in solitude. it’s the mouth

beyond lips, more than tongue—

-

pleasure in flesh hooks.

they left us paralysed by those images

-

empty as cupboards, mother once told us

belonged in the afterlife.

-

storm dreams rolled over, encouraged—

expulsion from a room once shared.

-

inside cave, nothing cam…