Tagged: cellular biology

here are the cells

here are the cells
hanging onto those
memories of stepping
into the light in your
bedroom, with all the
immensity that comes
with introductions.
each remaining
mitochondria draws
towards the east-facing
bay windows, as if
there were still
something left to
break down, turn
into new nostalgia.
each golgi apparatus
looks for clues at
the edges of a peripheral
vision too shy to be
curious, while pretending
to be bold on that
particular afternoon.
to tell the truth, all
nuclei begin to lose
the integrity of a
moment recalled
as soon as the
moment is recalled

the day before my

the day before my
birthday, i am
away from the
city and
home, once
again, a daughter,
a child, a gardener,
an herbalist, a sister,
a granddaughter,
all of whom are
vessels transporting
memories to the
plant, dispersing
the years

at the edge of

every morning, being

every morning, being
present is
washing the blender
and noting how sharp
our brains can be
tuned even while our
bodies are still
rosining their bows

in flight, we become

in flight, we become
without language, for a brief
moment, molecules

rattling in their cellular
cages, till you take my hand

the truth is

the truth is
each memory
cell is self-
contained, requiring
no additional
interaction for
survival. but death,
death is a tricky
thing. it polishes
and pinches the
cells until their
membranes finally
and nothing good
has ever come
from a flood