Perhaps it was some misaligned genetic code written in my cells before birth.
Perhaps it was the weed killer sprayed between my bare juvenile toes on the cracks in the front sidewalk
Or the summer clouds of DDT rolling through the neighborhoods in search of mosquitoes.
Better living through chemistry.
We still believe it.
Maybe it was the smoke curling upward from the ember of my father’s cigarette, that glowing ember bobbing through my room at night, assuring me Dad was home.
The liquid balls of mercury from the broken thermometer that we rolled around the table in play?
Or maybe it was the teenage years of nail polish
The adult years of hair color
Lotions, perfumes and toothpaste
The chlorine in the backyard pool and the water from the faucet
Maybe alcohol set the stage and the Pill acted its part.
Pesticides on the broccoli?
Hormones in the beef?
The everyday stress of every day
These old metal fillings in my mouth
The air, the water, the land
Hard to believe such beautiful things can kill.
God reminding me to live