Certain commandments
never got handed down;
some rules are so right
they just aren't taught.
instead they get borne
away inside, folded in half
like dormant molecules
of foreign RNA
waiting patiently
to unclasp and replicate—
first, like newlywed
husband and wife, next
like dust motes
dancing in a light beam,
then, like the small
nag of an ache
that will one day
transubstantiate
into a pain so great, it
exonerates your life.
