The Human Genre Project

double strands

if I put words on paper
amitosis will begin
constricting and breaking until

mother becomes child
child becomes stranger

where were you when
recognition slid backwards
were you holding her hand
were you reaching through brine
pulling her to surface   pushing
that first breath into lungs

what were the days   the hours
what were the places   where
do the pieces go when they fall
do they twist     replicate    do they
form lyrical lines    where is the
life that we lived    why does

child become stranger
mother become child

where do the pieces go
when they fall

Angie Werren