Concerning Such Conceptions As Eternity

My mother swallowed me
before I was born.
My father is full of flies.
When they kiss I crawl
from one stomach to another.
I nihilate the idiomatic expression:
I drape their vowels in voile.
Younger, I forced their hands
together in the supermarket
parking lot. Older,
I roll alone in the garden; read
the petals in order:
fire-orange, fire-red.