Like strands of light
spun and twisted,
her-story
takes refuge in the helixes
of my DNA, the marrow of
my bone, and the embryonic
configuration of my
omnipresence
Invisible to the naked eye
tethered to chromosome
and histone
I sleep between
layers of frayed memories
and ancestral work pants
cloaked in secrecy
Swatches of yellow,
blue, and green
are woven and stitched
together
in a binary landscape
anointing
unfolding
bearing witness
to my delivery.
Climbing Jacob’s ladder,
following the evening star,
the drunkard’s path
spearheads a wild goose chase
in search of the one drop
trussed to antiquity,
in the coils of my hair