poem for my neck hair

i keep displacing you

there’s a pleasing pop and then
the empty comes

but you are a student of lineage
recalcitrant, ever-germinating
and soon enough
in the winky yellow bathroom light
we'll meet again

you will try to show me the vastness i belong to:

mothers braiding bread, fathers teaching Talmud, queers giggling in candlelight, descendants alchemizing

you will try to remind me:

"you are a pelican in formation"

"you are mycelium electric"