I was born with fists clenched And full of contradiction. I was born teeth first And mouth last, which is to say I knew how to bite back Long before I knew how to open. I was born with an umbillical noose And blue skin. Sometimes I forget that There was, in fact, a revival. I was born into a family Of magicians. Maybe thats why I find comfort in the empty rooms. I was born there. Sometimes I think about The sins I have not yet commited And can't remember Anything about Eve in a wedding dress. Sometimes I think about the sins I am actively committing And relive the Leviticus stoning of my own Mother when I was seven And she made my father disappear. I was born hearing folklore Of a hare that was too tired to finish the race. I was born being the tree that it napped against, And also the hare And also the finish line And also the unfinished line And never the tortoise. I was born on Noahs Ark. I have always been The 39th night. Always close to the sun returning in the morning But never and closer, Though I have been a rainbow And I have held concrete. I have gone swimming in the mud. I **** the panic with smoke. I know all three states of god Because I was born the god of something. I was born the God of my body And that's something That's never going to change.