The Sum: Our Tangled Quarks
She sat straight up scolding—
I don’t need a man to have a baby
and it was so violent—just then
So much hate I felt seared to hear her justice
Divorce, single mother, two sisters
She hadn’t needed a man for anything {y}et
Even //sex{x}// the carnal compromise: science
rendered a sham. I can be who I am,
without a man
and fill the school halls with pupils
all of them genderless and skirted.
When did we get so angry—when did our wombs
sound the siren cry for justice. For mother-ness
In the infinite fatherless; our almighty insolence.
Together, a single entity, inseparably strong—
for without: the remainder of mother sans father—Was god.
I am no idol // no creator of life undaunted.
I {reclined to disagree} needed someone, everyday
to catalog my minutia, to record my human incidents.
someone every/day to suggest pizza for dinner—
movies-on-demand—someone, who would
pry when I stumbled in headlong-midnight
fear the worst when I pocket-vetoed voicemails.
I needed someone, who so happened to be a | man.
But it was quantum randomness that suggested us
together; an epiphany of skin that bound our nuclei.
And for that I was never angry
—ECW