Inbreeding

hey he was him
and she was her
Appalachian
wading

i found not a pond
and not a pool
but nothin we
could not

breath and or swim
and since it's all
relatively
speaking

she is my third
cousin removed
by my second aunt's
uncle's first university

room
mate so
what does
that make me?

other then
the shallow
end of the gene
puddle
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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