my implicit bias comes
from the bitter Beatnik narratives;
the 60’s, the thin legs
of hippie hallucinogens
teach me how to read
and then pour battery acid
into my eyes-
lick the wounds after and make sure
to bandage them up as you go
i am not missing out, although
i am special now
rub my nose in the dirt,
for my senses have no
nerve-endings