Monsanto, What Have You Done?

A Poem by Korea J. Brownstein

I am an old man.
I’m seventy-two.
I’m supposed to go to high school,
but I do not–I go to day care.
I’m seventy-two,
but I look like I’m two
and I always sleep with my teddy bear
and play outside with my friends.
Everyone asks me how old I am
and I tell them I’m seventy-two,
but I look like I am three.
The girls come by
and I tell them I’m seventy-two,
but I look like I’m four.
I play with three year old toys.
I hear a tweak.
I hear a knock.
Someone’s at the door.
I look in the mirror.
I’m seventy-two.