into the cellular memory

she concocted a potion for the full

harvest moon. diatomaceous earth

stirred with baking soda

and water. to convey the spirit 40 million years

back when all cellular life was more

or less collaboratively 

symphonic

#katyamills

one cell

one cell says 
to another

walk your human
over here

please

i can use a charge

making love. to a cell

everybodys in another galaxy

these days

touchtone crazy

going mobile

making love to their

cells

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The design we had over land.
The way we forced our thoughts into the world. We were driven toward self-preservation as far back as collective thought could remember.

How very strange and unbecoming, then, when some of us took upon themselves the call for cellular death.

ima girl

my cellular
makeup
is

cell phone and
makeup i guess
ima girl

4
the
world