Poem

THE LABORATORIES OF NIGHT

The dieticians tamper with
our chromosomes
and the food chain of desire
makes a liar
of our hormones
and the line between
X, and y, is blurred
and a chest becomes
a breast
and a penis
turns to Venus
and the male and female mingle
where double turns to single
and fantasies are put to rest
as the cells are put to test
in the laboratories of night
where left turns into right.
In those clean and sterile places
where no one knows the faces
or what dieticians can do
when they pump hormones into you.

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