I first thought about HEALING FOR A PEDOPHILE when I was in
the middle of an earlier (Soma)tic poetry ritual, RESTORATION FIBER SONG. With the RESTORATION piece I went back to
where I grew up, fully immersed myself in my old environment, especially the
most painful of memories, but NOT ONE word of memoir was to be written. That was an exercise in resistance.
HEALING FOR A PEDOPHILE is a healing for a pedophile. My stepfather is quite ill with lung and heart
disease and may not last the year. I
spent much of my youth making certain he was never alone in the house with my younger
sister. I was given my first rifle when
I was nine, and would sit in her bedroom at night with the loaded gun pointed
at the locked door, my sister hiding in a closet. John would be drunk outside the door moaning,
“Show me your pussy, c’mon let me smell your pussy!”
A year ago my sister confessed a new piece of the story. I had moved out as a teenager since he only
seemed interested in her when she was very young. It felt okay leaving, knowing that she would
also leave in a couple of years, and I kept in close contact with her. But my sister recently told me that once when
she was sixteen our mother made her get out of a hot shower, wrap a towel
around herself and sit on John’s knee in the living room. My mother sat nearby, smoking dope and
drinking gin. My sister says he didn’t
touch her with his hands, and that she jumped up and yelled at them both when
he began bouncing his knee into her wet body.
They laughed, or maybe just he laughed, I’m too enraged to hear the
story again, and I have been incapable of seeing my mother or her creepy
husband ever since.
Also about a year ago I became certified in Reiki, an
ancient practice of directing our inherent personal reservoirs of healing
energy through our hands to help others as well as ourselves. I was not only trained how to dispense Reiki
on people in front of me, but also how to send it long distance. This was the most miserable (Soma)tic, taking
notes for the poems during these healing sessions. First I performed Reiki on myself, then sent
it to my sister. Then I sent it to our
stepfather. The first time I sent Reiki
to him I had to run to the bathroom to vomit.
I didn’t want to send it. The
truth is I didn’t want him to feel better, but I did send it.
The last person I sent Reiki to is our mother. Until my sister’s latest story I had been
able to fool myself into believing that maybe our mother was so abused herself that
she chose to not notice her husband’s proclivity for desiring six-year-old
vagina. Our mother I will forgive the
last, she who compromised our safety to bring a little order to a pathological
disorder. My sleepless nights of anger
need to stop. Sending Reiki to those who
deserve it the least heals me in turn, and I can feel the building peace in and
around me with each session.
P.S. At my
“Impermanence Is The Old Permanence” lecture at PS1 MoMA I read this. Someone from the audience was upset because
they have family who pray for them, they said, “I DON’T WANT MY FAMILY PRAYING
FOR ME!” One big difference is that I’m
not telling my stepfather and mother I send them Reiki, I just send it. In other words Reiki is not a weapon, like
saying “I’m praying for you.” I’m not
interested in using Reiki to make them feel small, and bad. If I want to do that I only have to point at
them and say, “YOU are a pedophile and YOU are his accomplice!”
I first thought about HEALING FOR A PEDOPHILE when I was in
the middle of an earlier (Soma)tic poetry ritual, RESTORATION FIBER SONG. With the RESTORATION piece I went back to
where I grew up, fully immersed myself in my old environment, especially the
most painful of memories, but NOT ONE word of memoir was to be written. That was an exercise in resistance.
Using bandages or tape fasten a small piece of rose quartz
to the center of your breastbone in the morning and wear this throughout the
day. In the most crowded street approach
strangers with a large notepad or clipboard with an outline of a human
body. At the top in bold lettering
proclaim your city’s own HEART CHAKRA EXPANSION PROJECT: Boulder, Philadelphia, Milwaukee, Baltimore,
etc.
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