PERSONAL HISTORY
[CATEGORY 2012,30-30]
Since our time apart
I’ve had certain hours to fill, so
I’ve been researching your genealogy
to have a better understanding
of what I’d gotten involved in.

The furthest back I could go
was a witch hunter named Discordia Jonson
who was known for using his “Holy Dipstick”
to judge witches.
If they were wet,
all was well and good.
If dry, off to to the pyres.

Apparently,
your family tree took root
in Henrietta Blowcock
admitted consort of five known highwaymen in the eighteenth century.
It’s not clear if patriarchy was ever established
for any of her sixteen children;
they were bastards,
every one.

It seems that syphilis-ridden shemale Alicia Hippo-Criss nee Patt
slept her way
all the way through Tammany Hall
– and that was before Laguardia,
when the organization was BIG.
Even a century ago,
your family was one of social climbers.

Now, I get it.
Finally, I understand.
Not everything, mind.
Even after all the times you’d asked me
“Who do you think you are,”
I still have no handle on that.
But you?
I know what you come from.
I know what you are
quite well.