Crank Calls From The Dead

by on July 20, 2013 :: 0 comments

Ancestors keep calling me
in the middle of the night
and hanging up the phone.
I tell them we are of one spirit
and to leave me alone,
but they keep calling, say,
“You are us and we are you.”
They won’t lose my number,
and will give me no rest.
I will have to move myself,
but where can I go
where their words and genes
will not follow?
It is hard enough to be yourself
without having generations
of baggage to carry.

editors note:

Those bags are a lot to carry, ‘specially since they started charging to check’em. Genetic Debt: Pay now AND later. – mh

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