I've Got Eras

I've got eras streaming out of my fingertips
music born from the womb of my ancestors-
words we've lost in wars.

I've eaten my mother's old 45's
put on clothes I thought would never fit me.

I've got eras in my legs that keep me moving.
Forgetting to revisit the past
I internalize it and sing it while I'm sleeping.

I wake up new.