Petri Dishes in the Sink

Soft brain spot
like a bruise on a pear
It’s broken --this chair
But You always sat next to me
in Biology
Cells, ribosomes, mitochondria
she always has insomnia
In her mitosis to replicate the roses
she floats in a cytoplasmic dress
Biology--the study of Life
living in a double wide petri dish
singing strife of the Wife
gone hitchhiking in a ditch.

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