you do not come from origins.
you arrive, loved before you know yourself
and your actions burble in the dark
willow branches... taking a **** on the Moon.
you laugh when i say that
but you know me now.
i keep the spiders from eclipse like a Pro.
i sweep rugs under the rug
and replace them
with all of
my -

“ I don’t know “

so Life is how we embrace
too soon, before that.
for no reason that English can French.
we adapt.

with all that Latin
in our laps
in a cauldron
of acid
laughs.