Unbiological
Polly Rocha
I live alone under seaborne sky
The blue consumes me there
Soaked in subjectivity
One day i'll turn the tide
My memories are dances
Each step is like a dream
All that spinning went to my head
Am i dead dead dead
I want to be so unbiological
Minimal, sentient and free
I want to be so damn unbiological
That nothing on earth can hurt me
I dug a hole in our backyard soil
And carved out the shape of a man
I struck oil deep wih these shoveling hands
Then i soaked it all up with sand
I cannot stand the cost of living
I cannot afford the air that i breathe
So i often stand against the cold water
Hoping it hears my prayers
I want to be so unbiological
Sentient and free
I want to be unbiological
So nothing on Earth can hurt me
Nothing will ever hurt me?