I Do Not Want to Give My DNA to a Third-Party Genealogical Company
Or, Apology for My Future Descendants
Despite attempts to crease me,
I remain a vacant atlas.
You are here to collect
my dead money in the homeland
where the bought bombs fall,
where I never made a home.
In the land of blood I was tried
as an adult second.
I was born a debt unmothered.… Read the rest