biology

i wish

we had a petri dish
to smear our dreams
from one and the other
to clinically become
our mutual desire
to be as one

medicinal nil
taints me ill
in the lack
of your
germs

that night
on the boat
when you drew
paintings of lightness
upon my permeability
i felt never  become real

impossible stampeded in
the second i opened up

i arched my-self
into a smoking-ring
to fit you neatly inside

and now, in this sterility
i sentiment sedentary
sanitized in sanity
with small ovals
of opiate sun-
find me

12 thoughts on “biology

  1. nice…wicked allit in that last stanza…and creative intro with the petri dish…my fav part…

    that night
    on the boat
    when you drew
    paintings of lightness
    upon my permeability
    i felt never become real…that is just a gorgeous stanza…

  2. I just love these sections:

    “medicinal nil
    taints me ill
    in the lack
    of your
    germs”

    “i arched my-self
    into a smoking-ring
    to fit you neatly inside”

    Fantastic work, girl.

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