To yield a heart
a mind
a soul
to Someone Else
is agony.
To strip away
from vein
artery
and muscle
tearing tissue
ripping flesh
the wheat and the tare
share roots after all.
To present
a bleeding heart
with holes ripped
once filled with appetite
and lust
not a gift I would want.
But Someone does
I still don't understand why.
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.
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