ALTHOUGH
though it never
happened it is
enshrined
in my memory
the day I
became hybrid, multiple,
the day
I became alien
something incomprehensible
in an unknown language
staring
up from
the page, rewiring
my brain
my life
from that moment
translating the
crazy metaphors and
images encoding
every
alien thought
into a language
though different, perhaps
radically different,
alien to the core
and yet still passing as English
poems 2 die for 