Microbiology

These days time’s a-flowin

like the bubbles on the plaster ceiling

Hanging opulently unnoticed

over our heads, like

moonbeams curdled into cottage cheese

 

We have no need for television,

because we can watch the ceiling congeal

 

We can listen to the melodramas

seeping from the infinities between our molecules

 

Lying next you,

your tissues pressed against mine

I want to take a tour of your

microbiology,

want to meet the cells from the

Portland of your heart to the

Florida at the tips of your toes,

want to see their customs

how they’re just like mine, but

different,

want to hear their funny accents

and take solace in the fact that even though

we may have trouble understanding eachother sometimes

we’re always speaking the same language.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Unusual perspective. I like it. :) Well done. Flows nicely.