I am not a California peach--
So please, don't put your labels on me!
Looks don't matter in the
scheme of things...
Bark-like and towering—but no tree,
a grotesque metal parody of
nature.
My father— he was a redwood.
He was closer to the sun.
The American Dream is a unicorn,
shimmering and shining
and just as make-believe.