Messier 71:  a globular cluster in the northern constellation Sagitta that spans 13 light years.

I became in a family way when I was 17. My foster mother started to accuse me of sleeping with her jobless boyfriend and changed the locks, leaving me to sleep outside many nights when they went out to clubs. I reported it to services, my teachers, and my nurses. I told my health teacher that I felt the stress affecting my child. I trusted him, I had no one. He told me not to worry.

At 30 I began to explore epigenetics and the research suggesting that trauma can be passed down through generations. Epigenetics translates literally to “above genetics”, referring to external modifications to a person’s programming. I say programming because that’s how it makes sense to me. If you’re familiar with binary, how the 1’s and 0’s turn lines of code on or off, outside forces can do this to traits within us, turn them on and off.

If you’ve created a child at any time, the 1’s and 0’s within you get passed down as they exist in that moment. In short: these modifications do not change the DNA sequence, but rather, they affect how cells “read” genes. I think about the shared trauma in the world and how it’s sinister nature infects the future; contaminates quite literally the gene pool. Ignorance is certainly not bliss.

Paige Six | 2021

Aladdin 1992

i believe up until

God cracked Adam’s rib,

that man had not yet

considered he was breathing.

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i believe some would call this a gift.

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we are not born beautifully…

everyone must blossom and bud.

i am a natural mother,

i understand the price paid for life with blood.

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if there were an element

that we should base life upon:

it would be carbon, i assume.

so why do i base

the life i have been gifted

on the likes of you?

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is it because you are a kiss;

a cellular conception

multiplied by folds of four

balanced betwixt my hips?

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a perfect prophecy

of proud ancestry

proclaimed from the mouth

of the royal He …

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is it how now

is an infinity;

now is when He speaks.

now is where we meet;

black, dull, and ungleaming

life without you.

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blackness of bare earth

at the tale end of winter.

no promise of green

except for the old knowledge:

knowing storms always

run dry of rain;

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knowing cold months of winter

bring forth warm nights

of summer and spring.

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*

understanding pain

forecasts growth;

and love

foreshadows pain.

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how men and women

were never made the same.

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my memories look like

the red glow in the rearview mirror,

if you and i were a one way street.

red light in the dead of night

dimming every imperfection.

these brightest spots

are all we can still see,

fading into the black like dusk.

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i believe in black holes.

black eyes big as pansies,

so big they could swallow me up.

bold and italicized by

ethnic ambiguity.

dense in gravity.

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behold: you are so ambitious,

and we felt so endless;

infinity masquerading as security.

i found myself staring intent

while you flew west,

watching your eyes offset

the sunset

until they were just

two specks of dust.

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i believe the apocalypse is

a midlife crisis,

and an untimely break-up.

i believe never ending

life is a sentence given

to those who allow a mirage

to manipulate their minds;

a viscous cycle of

if we meet again‘s’.

paranoid hallucinations

that crazy men

call heaven.

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no. it makes no sense.

i call bullshit!

i request hard evidence.

we exist because a woman

paid her blood for it. 

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i believe

Adam sacrificed nothing

when Eve was conceived.

i believe Adam broke

his own rib,

so Eve ‘d cave-in

and care for him

before he re-wrote history

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oh and, yes.

i believe Lilith existed.

i believe Lilith’s burning kiss

burned because

Adam was fucking selfish.

-six pm | *this is not a love poem