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Waif: 1) a piece of property found (as washed up by the sea) but
2) a. something found without an owner and especially by chance;
b. a stray person or animal, especially, a homeless child.
– Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary, 1980
The truth is – my vaporous,
tumbling mad spirals
in my brain, gull-diving
in my felon’s imagination –
the truth is, I fucked up.
and mid-life bloomer
that I was, I discovered too late
the woman whose chromosomes
pinged like crystal when we met.
Truth is, that sixth sense
unique to women made visible
the broken-spirited ancestors
that hover at my shoulder,
threatening to infect me
with unfinished business. Little ones,
I’d like to be able to say
I was wise to spare you all this,
but the truth is,
I was always more comfortable
with the dead than the living.
To fill my marrow with this “craft
and sullen art,” I bled myself dry.
trying to become the hollow bone
that might sing you all
fewer dawns before me