Pre-Disposed Poem by The Poet SPIEL

Pre-Disposed



pre-disposed


what you knew before
your tongue talked or
your legs walked was

the balk that
showed you how to poke
your fingers in the eyes

of your mama well
before your nails
grew sharp or your

language harped about
the sickness in the face of
she who bore you

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