When I Grow Up

I haven’t ben all that hungry lately.

Like sunset-colored koi lazing in the pond.

Not much to be hungry about.

Content with vibing.

New fish come, new fish go.

I wonder how I learned to breathe.

In my primordial wiring, a non-binary code exists.

Complex, unchanging, automated, mortal,

It helps me live.

To see the changes under water,

Scribbling them into algae

On cement walls

With whiskers and lips.

I am beginning to hunger.