When did we get here?
A muttered whisper
raises goosebumps
over tensing arm muscles

drizzling drops make
Plops
and mini mushroom clouds
on the ground

The age shows most
on my hands
and when was it
that discovery stirred
such excitement in me?

An age when people cared
to know
the contents of the food
ingested,
her stupid laugh
full of new age knowledge
informed.

Of course, they tell me
my lover has got a new girl
who thinks these deep, deep thoughts
to have babies with

and
I want the smell of
my own flesh
refreshed, rearranged,
baby hair

Anxiety – it’s stress, girl
disinfected men insist
with just the right pill –

and I have my own
jeering giggle
even for refusing the
Novocain
at the dentist

I want to feel this pain
of science