I send in a vial
of saliva
to the dna researchers.
but do I want to know where
i'm from,
whom I related to?
it's bad enough as it
is knowing
who i'm
blood tied to now.
what if someone worse comes
up.
a nut
from a tree of nuts.
all incarcerated
at some point in their lives
for misdeeds.
loons in straight jackets,
lost souls,
miscreants
of the first degree.
I hold my breath and open
the results,
praying for some brilliant
godly
soul to appear.
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