Come inside
you freezing notes
tidbits of info
cold
all scattered
where the winds of confusion blow.
Come where it's warm
inside my head
where you can snuggle
and I can see
what you all look like
together.
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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