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Poetry

Meaning

The years of my youth, my sensual life—
how clearly I see their meaning now.

DNA

At hand: the rounded shapes—cloud white, the scissors—sharp, two dozen toothpick pegs, a vial of amber glue. It's February, London, 1953, and he's at play, James Watson: the cardboard shapes, two dozen toothpick pegs, a vial of amber glue. White [...]

Reunion In the Recovery Room

First there were two of me, no doubt because I could not move and could not speak. Wrapped snug as mummies or cigars, they looked larval, inept and cold, and lay swaddled in anesthesia as I peered down on them—so there were three of us—and on my [...]

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