CRISPR LOVE

Anonymous

Guest Blogger:

Love becomes dangerous when improvement is demanded as erasure.

Gary Lee Parker

I cut my genes for you

I cut myself to keep your love

I trim the edges, rough to smooth

I shape my soul to fit your glove

I Infect myself for you

I change my mind to rise above

my baser state, the more uncouth

allotments, lop the riffraff of

my riffraff spirit’s residue

I clip the wings of Eden’s dove

I cut my genes for you, in truth

I cut myself to keep your love

I lose myself for you

I lose myself inside your need

in your X-Acto blade demands

For what I ought to be

Carefully I cut for you

my garden’s code I strictly weed

my garden’s code I prune by hand

and burn the cheap debris

my unruly runners hewn

I hew the gnarled knobs and seed

my soul anew, each woven strand

unzipped, I craft a better tree

I cut my genes for you

I cut my soul to rise above

I change myself, your fears to soothe

I cut myself to keep your love

evict myself to keep your love

eject myself to keep a love you are unworthy of