My Family Is Not As Fucked Up As Some

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May 28, 2012 at 8:30 am  •  Posted in Poetry by  •  1 Comment

You and I,
isolated and distant creatures
evolving convergently,
developing sameness
for no better reason
than adaptation
and the fucked-up-ness of family.

We were separated
at the birth of the universe
before our bodies—
the here and now—
had even taken form.

You,
who crawled inside my mind
like a worm
inside an apple,
are a projection of my inner female
onto outer space,
the punctuation of my psyche.

But if we
are infinity divided by two,
then I am also your projection
and this endless recursion,
can only lead
to universal implosion…
singularity…
oneness.


Poem: My Family Is Not As Fucked Up As Some © 2012 by Shawn Radcliffe / Branáin

Photo: © Copyright kim traynor and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons License.

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