The Interchangeable Nature of Literature and Life Science
There is a crushed ant on the rim of the bathtub
and you ignored it, too busy brewing remedies
in a disconnected kettle, the tepid water or the
temperature aging you falsely. Get any deeper,
and you’ll contract something venereal.
There are magic tricks and then there is chemistry
and there is the inert. Life is a game of scrabble.
Words are other words and other paradoxes.
You understand the simplest of science,
you understand the chromosomes,
‘Evolution’ and the desire for life in death
and the continuation even of errors
And yet still you seem to think emotion
is real. That love is real. That reality is real.
