Alicia Smith

I was not born naturally

like Set I tore myself from my mother’s side

and left a gaping hole

ripping across the night sky

The daughter of the evening star

I am Mictlan’s son

Toothed edge and hungry for blood,

Ichor and K’uh

My spine articulates east to west

Spiraling through a puparium of fascia

Filled with ocean water 

skull fulcrum

anarchist heart

parietal eye

Obsidian tongue

Throat splitting like nucleus

The natives did not know what to make of me

This small hallowed thing

Sired by chaos and destruction

Offering them flowers

From my arterial garden

"How can such affectionate veins 

Come from such a place?"

"Because," I said, "we can not nurture the origin

only cultivate the infinite."