#6 Disinfected

I am
A post Vietnam born American
A product of no suffering
From a generation of nothing
Raised on sheets of rolled out green grasses
Soft voices, unbroken glasses

I take
Refuge in the ramblings of a whiny Yorke
Dwell in the sand of a Morris sea
Just to comprehend a basic human need
To suffer
To bleed

~Emily Loren Moss