One, “every object persists in its state of rest
Or uniform motion in a straight line
unless it is compelled to change
that state by forces impressed on it.”
unless it is compelled to change
that state by forces impressed on it.”
My mother thought she was carrying a boy.
(This was before most realized that
Woman, too, can be synonymous with warrior.)
Woman, too, can be synonymous with warrior.)
I was going to be named “Harry.”
Harry the quarterback, bulldozing touchdowns in her belly.
Or Harry the Samurai, hai-ya! Take that, Pre-birth placental swine!
I have been persisting (insisting) in this state of uniform rage
Encaged in it, foaming and seething incurable cage.
Will You now be said force that compels me to change?
Two,
We were two creatures entwined
In a warfare so fine
That from afar we looked more like lovers
Decelerating faster than the speed of light
(this is the part of the poem
where time stood still)
Three,
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction:
In spite of this rage, I love you
Out of spite for this rage, I love you
For all of this anger there is an equal and opposite quantum of joy.
About: anger and fight and joy- all of which have curiously coexisted in my belly since birth.
