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Biology
Among the formaldehyde jars
filled with unnameables
you did it to all the boys.
You did it when they were looking
down their microscopes,
trying not to bat an eyelid.
You said you wanted to compare
what they had found
as you put your arms around them.
You put your front against their backs
and pressed. When you did it to me
you turned off the right side of my brain.
I could recognise you today
from the fine detail of your nose
and your warm, perfumed smell.
It was animal behaviour interested you
not the ghostly, floodlit cells
we had scraped from our tongues.
First published: The North magazine
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