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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