My grandfather was a high priest a conjurer a man who denied his own existence he never played with guns until he shot himself when no one was looking I was 11 years in the making slowly brought to fruition pale of skin, almost colorless my father did not know what to do with me he would stare me down in the middle of the night I learned to look away or perhaps I was looking right at him
I took to tears easily and threw tantrums even when I was happy I once stood on my head for 3 days, 2 hours & 27 minutes my parents took me to a shrink who was also a gymnast I spoke upside-down to him he nodded his head and tapped his feet and cartwheeled across the room but I don’t think he really understood My other grandfather was a Civil War general or maybe it was the Spanish American war he spoke in anagrams and wove intricate tapestries he gave to the needy he died late in life of a variety of sketchy illnesses
I was told he never laughed neither did he sigh much he was actually a lawyer but where’s the poetry in that? There are no dancers in my family, alas, nor circus acrobats but I’m pretty sure there were sailors going way back and perhaps a pirate or two and definitely a damsel in distress
My parents met on a foggy foggy day from then on they never saw each other clearly still they married & had children one two three and four one was a boy with a great hook shot two was also a boy who could run and run and run three was me and four was a girl who got lost in the shuffle We settled in a ramshackle bungalow on Park Avenue no, wait, that’s some other family’s tall tale
I began to grow wings at the age of seven but I refused to learn to fly kids would taunt me and tease me saying, “Fly, angel boy, fly!” They once dragged me to the edge of a cliff and flung me over I just rolled up into a ball and spun downward multiplying numbers in my head to dull the pain when I landed on the ground I tossed my wings aside and skipped backwards all the way home
One summer’s day sick with fever and crows battering my brain I discovered something inexplicably enticing it fell upon my shoulders down my chest and torso I began speaking in tongues became a true believer my mother found tell tale signs one Christmas Eve On that most silent of nights she raised her voice and demanded answers I took the Fifth not knowing what I was doing, how could I explain it She brought in the doctors and the experts and even a shaman or two they examined me up they examined me down they tested my brain waves they locked me in a closet filled with suits and ties they made me watch westerns & war movies morning noon and night and when the tumult and the shouting and the misguided attempts to brand me with normalcy died down I gathered up my tears and danced once again into a sweet and mysterious underworld