The Guilt of the Functioning
I want to stab myself
Over and over and over for helping create him
This boy who does not eat or speak
Stuck in place, yet always in motion
Dependent on others for everything
but oblivious to my presence when we share the same space
What part of my DNA tripped him over to the unreachable?
Which joint was it that I smoked which passed on the silence?
Which shot was it that I threw back which took away his hunger?
What part of my insane father did he inherit?
As for his mother and her chromosomes - I'm not going there
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