Once, we are
children. Then,
we're adults.
But after those
growths, some get hit
with another spurt:
the pronouns
no longer fit; they've become
a virus.
they mutter. No sooner
had all of these
proteins
learned to
love themselves
than they up
and turn
around to discover
that there's
no such thing as love
between molecules.
But this doesn't bother them
as much as they
thought, since
they no longer think about
gratification,
and of course, there were
no such things as
selves
to begin with.
