I had written this somewhere, on a napkin I think
“I am the underground”, I say, as I am rubble,
as I forget to mention that I detonate into existence
to a whistle of bats, the rev of my mutation, I upgrade,
Pick myself up every day, meet my barrier,
pick and choose a colony on the globe,
Rubble Girl Digs For Rubble Father Within Sperm Bank Siblings
how I catch your eye, I didn’t want to be alone
and yet!— I despise that I found so many like myself –
it was not my intention to erase individuality
or share my individuality with half-blood flesh and dust,
like that’s the sorted Slytherin in me,
Disinherit me, or distinguish me from the sunny afternoon
of amateur dark-humour scripts and graffiti,
Forget to mention me, now.
I extend beyond sperm clones and passports.