“METHYLATED SCREAM”

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(after Ginsberg, with a double helix twist)

I saw the best marks of my generation erased by Coca-Cola capitalism,
their histones unraveling in the fluorescent glow of 3am doomscrolls,
who pressed their foreheads against the freezer aisle glass,
begging for folate salvation in a world of Twinkie decay,

who clutched their belly-fat like a suicide note written in misplaced methyl groups,
who swallowed SSRIs to silence the glucocorticoid choir screaming in their hippocampus,
who tried to scrub ancestral trauma from their chromosomes with ayahuasca and kale smoothies,
only to find Grandma’s famine still etched in their insulin genes,

who fucked under streetlights buzzing like neglected telomeres,
their reproductive cells already heavy with tomorrow’s mutations,
who chain-vaped until the miR-155 in their lungs sounded like a death rattle,
who donated their DNA to ancestry.com and got back a warrant for their epigenetic arrest,

O mother with your mitochondria frayed like old shoelaces,
O father with your liver a museum of Budweiser and regret,
why did you let them feed us glyphosate Cheerios
while the corporate labs patented crispr-cas9 like it wasn’t stolen from yogurt bacteria?

I scream into the nucleotide void—
WE ARE NOT JUST SEQUENCE BUT SENTIENCE!
Not just base pairs but broken prayers wrapped in nucleosome velvet!

Give us back our methyl groups stolen by McDonald’s happy meals,
our circadian rhythms hijacked by Netflix autoplay,
our telomeres lengthened by love instead of fucking resveratrol scams,

I want to peel the dimethylbenzanthracene from my daughter’s chromosomes
like scraping burnt toast,
want to baptize her in springwater laced with wild folate,
want to rewrite her epigenetic bible in the language of sweat and sunflower seeds,

The revolution will be transcribed!
Not in boardrooms but in womb rooms,
not in patents but in pantries stocked with bitter greens,

We will rise like unmethylated stem cells,
we will howl like histones unspooling in the nuclear storm,
we are the damaged repair enzymes
stitching hope back into the double helix,
one rebellious acetylation at a time.

AND WE ARE NOT YET EXPRESSED.