Life Cycle
Ellen June Wright
Our warm, beautiful cells invisibly fall from our limbs, from our lips as scales fall from the eyes of the metaphorically blind, as hair floats on the wind; we are dying and resurrecting in the same moment— cells divide and replicate each instant. Skin cells slough all day and all night. We leave them everywhere. The bed is full of them—between the sheets; they rain down like atomic dust when we snap linen to make the bed. Our cells feed dust mites in the carpet. As we live and die, a universe of the unseen lives off our warm, beautiful cells invisibly falling from our limbs, from our lips as scales fall from the eyes of the blind, as hair floats on the wind; so we die and are consumed, so we die and are reborn.
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