latin roots

lying on our backs

this is your parents' bed

a good place to be laid 'cos it's so neatly made. staring at the ceiling

vein to vein the lines look the same

as the ones that you're seeing

and then you start speaking: racing your father's footsteps in your mother's shoes

going up and over and across your latin roots. point points back to its origin

across the world cogs are clogged with the sand

here the air breathes freely and our tongues work loosely

border approaches border

you're using your hands and smearing your r's. i'm looking over my shoulder

strained resistance to scour the door for

your father's footsteps or your mother's shoes

coming up and over

cut across your latin roots. it's time to meet you makers.