20 September 2010

Molecular Electronics

Molecular Electronics

The thought of my cells dividing makes me sweat

There are mites on me right this second – on you too
We have eco systems – regions – continents?

At the window the moisture is pulsing into a map of space

My toenails brittle themselves and become yellow

I sweat at the idea of lice

I sweat and it freezes into salt

Inside me there are bacteria rotting meat that I ate yesterday

Your shit is food

Those cities of mites are crawling in your bed – in mine
They have cars full of children

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