Trace the story of genetics

in our big blue eyes, far too knowing

for their age

Darting pupils as I pick up

each plastic car

place it in the bucket

My brother takes

each plastic car

and sets it back down

on the brown carpet

the artificial colors

too bright for our eyes

as we dance out the

story of our genetics

not knowing that doctors

would label our behavior as a

symptom

By Slyvia Rose

From: United States