Ancestors

Kelly M. Marshall
1 min readMay 16, 2018

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Photo by Karl Fredrickson on Unsplash

German Catholic Irish white white white Judeo-pastor minister wrote

God poems

to bohemian gypsies Czech Texas

motorcycles

in Spain drunken brawling seafaring mythology

cracked open the soft snail shell

with rogue seed tongue

rain sleet spring semester

at the bottom

of a beer can

must and yellowed tomes

ballast backpack desperate push

torts evidence immerse scales

Justice

sobering gold and blue pale veins sweaty

child-thing misfit monkey youngest

trailing chaos

often lost quiet corners grass

eucalyptus

dog hair duck eggs

Goose Goddess

bicycle boys

clamoring gender home

quiet and absent

television

daydream

books leaf through learning

bad eyesight was

inevitable.

My father

was a seafaring man.

Poseidon son and Aphrodite incest

small God, quiet sinew

of the household

intricate rigging

unfurled sails inside

a bottle of anger

shaken foam forming

withdrawal to create himself

apart

lone cigarette

glows lighthouse distant

3 AM downstairs television

cork comes off

ocean inside his

splitting head

earthteeth eye hand

electrical coordination

restless fear feet

he taught me

how to male missives

capture cold and unravel

heart puzzles

always been a solid son

on the horizon

dip low tack

come about

female body

make do

until torrential

it’s not real

until it rains.

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Kelly M. Marshall
Kelly M. Marshall

Written by Kelly M. Marshall

Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.

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