No, this is it.

Here it is, this New World

vs. Old Testament, the boiling debacle

between wings and relentless vines

but why would we forget the syringe? I remember


prying out a fresh thing from the earth

tasting tenderly like sinew

and implicating batteries, similar

to clipping a lobe or two

from an asphyxiated mouse

or sipping on the leftover saline

pumped through decalcified rodent

reflexes when the nitrile is finally bloody

and a mind is satiated. I remember


balancing needles for a tombstone,

classifying morphine species down to rotting

earth, and calling it religion. This is not


divine, but a hierarchy

of vagus nerves, the simple way

that vermin organizes carbon. This is

not human, but that is. That’s not

soulless, it’s science. Here


it is: I never thought I’d have

a dead rat for a god.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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