Samsara
The word reincarnate:
lets out a bitter taste on my tongue
an incongruous excuse
mass produced by puppet gods
overturned by the hippie herds
though I will say
I am birthed twice in this lifetime
a loophole I discovered to cheat god
The first time by holy chants
of my mother
a god herself
The second time I birthed myself
as thighs glistened
I uncoiled into my arms
fluid lungs heaving
memories of the past l e a v i n g
and since that holy hour
she invites herself
into my dreamscape and I hold her
close my eight year old self
furr feeling fervorous and ferocious
a fiend
of mumma’s girlhood dreams
I have mocked god in my second life