Poems from agoodman13

I convinced a scientist to unstitch my DNA, to tell me what it said inside, and when she translated the nucleotides, A-T-C-G, from Morse...
The day is hot and silent. Scalding sand pin-pricks my skin like needles and the heat of the island sun burns me tanner. I have been...
I wish I were a real boy. The other boys have straight lines, geometric yet soft flesh. But my timber body, made from the same oak as a...