pyrimidine, purine
my genetic code is stuck to the floor
in deep, welling puddles
i am shin-deep in despedidas, hispanic farewells
full of brownness and fire
ankle-up in american yearnings and sartorial dreams
i don't know who i am trying to be.
i have a father with round, titanium glasses
my mother's are plastic and like a bug
my eyes are open, squinted
my fists are full of scorn and seaweed
deep-fretted guitars
every beautiful moment might be
summed up in a song, condensed or
re-created for watery, museum-going eyes
i find myself behind friendly plexiglass
almost every day, almost every night
the time just seems to go
this place will soon be gone.
i have a life filled to the brim with questions
a mind made up of starlight suppositions
my heart is open, contracted
my veins are filled with fire and salt
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