M o r i a h E r i c k s o n
Curie’s Lab
Petri dishes ripe with agar,
the birdlike rattle of test tubes, glass on glass
chatter in this stark room.
I am the wish of hypothesis,
unfolding weathered wings, truth
on fiction’s time.
The unfurling lineup breeds bacterium,
protozoa, and molds blessed
and ready to be your cure.
Ultrasound (a glympse)
of ink,
the hymn of glossy squid
in unrequited
silence.
quiet is comforted
in whalesongs
or rattle
of any turning fin.
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