Writing from the stemistry lab
Human zip
by Stevie Ronnie
Such a sHame that I am stuck
in this dying thoUght cage called a body
and left to dreaM about how I might swim
through galActic atmospheres of atoms
to Nowhere in particular but here.
Part of my toe will puZzle over bird’s eyes,
part of my lIp will settle into sand
as Payment for this genetic footprint.