the soundtrack startled
as we made our way through genetics 101
talking louder through sisters shrills.
You left the plate on my lap-
with the option to re-evaluate in 6 months.
My fist raised at the sky-
I cradle my flesh- peach.
You speak to me in binary-
blubber-ing idiot, I am.
“I will make a way in the wilderness-
a river in the desert”
Wandering through the codes
crossing my fingers as we poke-
Please, just lead me.
No second guessing.