TOWARD AN APOPHATIC GENEALOGY
Ann Arbor, 2020
I can't tell you who birthed Comfort,
Jeremiah, Janet, or Isaiah, but I am
here, ankle-deep in snow, in a here
no one I come from has every stepped,
might never step, foot on. I am here
in a here unlike the here they knew,
where nothing falls from the sky that
accumulates on sidewalks, white as
itself, until, soon, it assumes the color
of dirt. I was born not-here of parents
not born here from parents the same.
I would have started with the lacuna
between God and Adam's fingers
but that, too, is a contested territory.
TOWARD AN APOPHATIC GENEALOGY appears in Autobiomythography of published by Alice James Books. Used by permission of the publisher.
