I found a small red boy
inside my tummy
With 3 dollars in change
and a Milky Way Lite
In my occasional pursuit
to find something
more meaningful
Than yet another word
that rhymes with die
I cut him out
and put him
on my table
His shallow breathing chest
would fall and rise
His South of Heaven shirt
was way too
big for him
His horns were long
and sharp and
then he opened up
those eyes
That said
I am I am I am
I am the truth
I showered him
with love and adulation
One day he was
just as tall as me
I showed him
all the books
that I was raised on
Your Madeleine L'Engle's
and D'Aulaires' Mythologies
And in a montage
that could warm
the heart of Hitler
I raised him up
so proud and motherly
I swore that I
was glancing in a mirror
When in the language
that I taught him
oh god
he began to speak
He said
I am I am I am
I am the truth
I am I am I am
I am the truth
And his eyes
became a beacon
an LCD projector
Broadcasting all my memories
in a clear
and vivid picture
His tongue became
a staircase
his uvula the knocker
Of an ornate wooden door
that lead me straight
into my future
His throat became
a hallway with
a thousand baby pictures
And I became forgiveness
I transformed
into the closure
that I lost
When I learned about
the tragedy
of all of us
I lost it
when I learned about
the tragedy
of all of us
Incorrigible illness
in the loved ones
hidden out of us
I lost it
when I learned about
the tragedy
of all of us
I walked
through the hallway
to a room
of only mirrors
Reflecting me in bondage
so I watched myself
get freer
I let my horns
grow longer
I observed my skin
get redder
My soul
became a hammer
I started to feel better
My hatred turned to pity
my resentment blossomed flowers
My bitter tasted candy
my misery was power
The truth
in me grew brighter
my nature and my nurture
No more shame
no more fear
no more dread
I am I am I am
I am the truth