DUMBFUCK.

How I wish,
Our history was written
In invisible ink.
But our bones are set,
In the stones of unstanding homes.

Bibles have pages
Thinner than our stories.

Our ideas are infants
Begging to be fed.

The secrets I keep, a swarm
Of the saddest bees.

The color of collision,
Told by my favored language:
Revision.

When you have given me ample warning-
When you draw me out,
You draw a map of my armistice-
Wrap me dear in your arms;
Like the woman that I am,
Like the dumb fuck that I am,
Like the child I forgot
only to find
In the small blanket of your love.

When you find me there;
Cold, scared: shivering by the autumn wind,
My mother shakes a stiff finger,
Your father passes a barrier reef,
And we become everything we hoped we'd never be.