This Star Will Explode

Before my family began,

a star threading DNA

through her burning arms.

Five point kindergarten star,

the classic.

In a sea of guanine,

boats bobbing in the storm,

future dismayed joints.

Among the blooming cytosine,

dysfunctional minds floating

like pollen

then collapsing into solidity.

The voices of pre-dead women.

My sight unsewn.

This star will explode.

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