1. Sometimes you’ll find in wandering comes forth the purest truth. Brown jewish child, roots outstretching past san francisco’s city limits. Thick fog like curls curve and bounce. Ha le lu ja, jesse and Gabriel 2. Your dad’s songs and stories. A childhood. Little black sambo like golliwog reprise. Tossed into melting pot on 90’s nostalgia. All in technicolour 3. So young. Used to dream like, one day. Wish you’d been bitten. Be something, save. Save yourself, a solace found in fiction. Gain something, be. 4. For me it is patience. A soft and posting implosion. A painful realization of mortality. Fighting to own my skin. When you look into the mirror, what do you see? Bandage lines break brown flesh. Welt and indents formed. Hollow 5. When was kin made synonymous to sin? To begin again would be to strip body of false ideas of what worth means . When did subjecting self to torture become synonymous to survival? Where does living meet surviving? Where does surviving become existing again? 6. You for the second time find inspiration in femininity. How funny. Look how far you’ve run from such a thing.