oxidize

what does not wanting
a child-like sound
shooting straight
into scornful air
do to you

what ages in dirt
roots of your mami
shaved wood by lolo
a saiyan-sized hole
of my deaf profession

what does not wanting
a child sound like
to you? Older brothers
who kept the fight
across your chinita eyes

what ages in ash
left from bright powder
popping with the sky
watching from the dorm
roof of another house