A bitter taste
an after taste
He wants me to swallow

He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks
Over and over he examines it

Taboo Brown and Blue

Genetics dictate we are a 50/50 split of our parents, and researchers have identified various cycles that continue from one generation to the next. But how similar are we really to our parents and how do we become our own person–and what loop will we become in the chain of familial tradition?

Before I paved still air

to my place of bread
I was unpleasant

unpleasantly duressed by lack
of water
I could wash neither body

nor favorite dress

nor feed my yielding inedible
plant, nor swallow it

240 minutes waterless