ERRANT

I was a twin at birth

Half mother, half father

 

each gave me a name

to take apart the world

 

I was a monk

went over the wall

 

and hit the streets.

Neither Adam nor Abba,

 

Wisdom nor Eve

Called me back.

 

I was lost

In the grit of a wind.

 

I wrote for my mother

And cooked my father’s books.

 

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All the love coming my way 

gonna save me from the blues someday