Aurora Sullivan, 2017
Sometimes the strands snap leaving us at loose ends
Sometimes it can’t be fixed
Sometimes the cell keeps dividing without realizing there’s something missing
Lacking one miniscule piece of origami
The cell stops picking up anybody’s telephone calls
It pursues immortality
By giving birth to endless identical daughters
Each generation a little more deranged
They colonize,
Grow their own veins,
Sew and reap corruption
It will take a war to see them overthrown,
To redraw the borders and limits,
To bring order to the chaos left behind
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