for Mama Chola, Mami Wata, Yemaya & Oshun
Undoing Epigenetic rage is an avowed, deserved grievance. But to what end? The lumbering grudge nursed to life. Better to spend my eyeblink wedding redwood, split under the prattle of sabre, whittle the dew rendering body and guise unrecognizable—hand-to-knife busy—undoing the limits of what a wetted oak believes wet oak is.