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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