I'm reminded why I was slingshot
through the waterpark of my
mother's reproductive system.
Through each and every tube and tunnel,
wet and wild with fluid and feeling my mothership
doing the lambada with all of her
confusion. And so I knew genetically
I was wired to master flamenco dancing
with my lobotomist, and running through
lightening storms wrapped in aluminum
Yet any bolt that could pass through
my bones would never amount
to the electricity I would feel
as our hands would first touch.