Biology

Biology

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

blood.  

the tiles are white and speckled with dna

someone will clone me one day, and then realize what

a bad idea this whole thing was.

 

there isn’t any reason for this, i could have held

off, found some reason to be okay. Found some way to not

fall apart like I just did.

                and now I am sucking it up

swallowing my shame and

biting my tongue.

Survival for the fittest.

               

so if I keep lagging behind..

will some sort of gigantic power

knock me out of line?

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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