HEREDITARY

I don’t look much like my mother

But I know my kid

will look just like me.

With eyes that gleam

and razor teeth,

And Jordan 1s

on two little feet.

I’m impatient

and passive-aggressive

compulsive

obsessive

But mostly poetic

I’m whatever I’ve seen

on a movie screen

I grew up banging

on a pinball machine

I spent a lifetime

trying to wake up

and be mean.

But I will

never

believe

That I belong to the side

with the guillotine.

(You should eat the rich

Even if that includes mе)

I still run

on gasoline

But my insides

are gooеy

Like gelatine

I’ve got:

1. Cellophane in the place of a windowpane

2. A mixtape where I used to keep my brain

3. Daydreams running like an Amtrak train

I’m sunbathing in the door of an aeroplane.

Imagine if I weren’t always busy all the time.

I would love to get a tan line

and call you from a landline

and maybe

hold

your

hand,

crash-land

In a land mine.