“I am a noxious thing of ice and light
with eyes and nails as sharp as the tar
that caressed my feet on hot afternoons
running with silver green fish in jars
and a dirty white little dog with ears as soft as green green grass
Who the hell were Adam and Eve, I could care less
for manhood marriage small talk
history was for heros
Eden is for assholes. As imperfect and unfortunate a replica
of my father’s ape-body, of my mother’s tiny blue hands and eyes
I cannot help:”