Keep your expectations to yourself.
While you wonder
whether we are a particle or a wave,
we’ve smashed through that wall,
shed light like an old skin.
We are more than.
Each one of us an army,
a quantum human.
We are Schrodinger’s immigrants.
We are the fish that learned to fly.
A million digital identities.
We are the decimals of pi.
We’re synthetic. Kinesthetic.
We have ADD and HPV and
F-C-K-what you think about me.
We’re the letters you forget after LGBT.
We are the blind photographers,
the shooting stars.