30:30 2014, Day 1

Piso Mojado

I was born in danger. Backlit

with safety green or swamp holly,

skies the color of sports drink,

I reduce to black shapes, shadows

singed onto a wall by the blast

over Hiroshima. I could be you.

I was born off balance

over the tide of cleanliness.

I was put here to fall

so you would not.