understand this:
i may share roots with the tree
known as WCW
like the redwoods in Wyoming—
all intertwined underground—
but, by God,
but i will pick and choose the fruits
from Hispanic instance
despite what Don Cellini tells me:
i am a melting pot of Catholic guilt
and Protestant privilege
even though i've only been
to one Lutheran mass
in my life.

i am no Anglican or Unitarian
but by God i am alive
and i am writing as a man
unbound by rosary beads—
i don't know what Williams was
but i know he was not like me:
he was the seed from which the branches of my brethren
and i am the branch that broke off
in a lightning storm.

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