When I was sent into yon forest
Some 30,000 years ago, someone wrapped a scarf around my
Red red face and said, "Be good, god damn it
Be good be god by god be good Or else."
My bottom sore and fingers sticky from pear juice
Hair damp with lake water
Feet hardened over gravel
And I was good, by god. I was good.
In my Petri dish I played
And blueberries sound nice on lantern-lit nights
When I made a paper wish
And set it sailing aflame across the lake.
Between the trees I built my nest in a damp earth
And looked at people who did not look at me.
I didn't want them to.
But Fluctuation is part of the human experience.
Keep your coat on, clothes on,
Lose control on, TV off, roll up roll up
Sit down get down boogie tonight
—what went on?
30,000 years later,
wondering why you are made of bones
and wondering what your bones are made of,
Stumbling around your kitchen at 2 a.m.
Being smooth, a grand illusion in a rippling room
Where the walls are raining, and waving a fin at you.
Being strong, because your legs are too long.
Being sick because you don't know anything.
being good God good.
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