who lived for a year
out of refuse
cast off goods,
food,
and shelter.
He learned
where the best stuff was
wrapped in separate bags
buried deep within kitchen waste
like the discarder
didn't want the discardee
to find a thing.
The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
1 comment:
That sounds pretty gross.
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