in your bones. haiku in your bones
bipolar, bipolar, bipolar
bipolar in my haiku series
bipolar knit together in the nucleic acid like braille
of my mother’s womb
they didn’t know they were in
for a wild ride with me
in my bones, in my glass of milk
bipolar, bipolar, bipolar was it genetics
its in my polony/bolony sandwich
its the reason why i’ve experienced poverty
bipolar vibration, so pure
or the environment/genetics
tell me because you’ve read many books
you have textbook knowledge
of the mood disorder and psychosis
bipolar gull, made of salt&light
the nourishment of this seed of day&figurations,
combustion&material
bipolar what are you made of
look at what you have given me
beware! bipolar in the microwave
bipolar summertime, the sun is high
in a minute it will be hypomanic
daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
I am half of you, half of ma
cancer cells, bad cells, poison
present in your body. At night, I worry.
at night, I can’t sleep
white blood cells, red blood cells
how to destroy the cancer cells??
the doctor advised drinking green tea
the bladder cancer book says to eat your way
to health and recovery
cancer cells. there’s an abnormality
I open a book and see a caged bird
It stares back at me, unmoving, unblinking
It has your eyes. Well, your eyes look like this these days
Obsidian. They have like an obsidian glare to them
I opened a book, the book that you wrote, daddy.
It’s on the forced removals and the promulgation of the Group Areas
Act.
I open the book and see me, my ancestors rejoicing.
I open the book, daddy, and see you too. Your heart.
