I was in school – nearly
I was in a pen
caged like a chicken
running headless
no fear
I painted my life
as I saw it
I woke up in grass
which was a line
of course
and looked to the sky
which was a line
at the top of the page
small clouds juxtaposed in the ground like sheep
sun burning my face
we weren’t wearing sunscreen
and I held hands
with my mother
and with my father
I was swung into the air like a free bird
when I was younger
I didn’t have thoughts like this
I didn’t have language
my hands curled into fists
in frustration
I don’t do that now
I flatten my palms on the side of thighs feel the blood coursing through the femoral arteries envisaging bursting and explosion as I steady my breathing and exit all thoughts from mind executing tremendous functionality like a machine
like a source code
cartwheels in my mind
algorithms and ancestry
