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Issue 6 Poetry

Scientist

Took a knife to it and it seems clearer now.

your eyes were curious to learn me
said i was potentially viable
so i offered myself up for study
being so long shrouded and chiral 

we performed tests, 
catalogued heart material 
put samples of hair and saliva in vials
i was hopeful
trusted your cogent hands like a bible

one day the results came back
for a time i was in deep denial
alone in a dim corridor,
rooms labeled Failed Experiment 
stood neatly in an aisle

last night i went out drinking
heard you moved on to a reformulated trial
thought i wanted to be known
i still do once in a while