Leagues separate us
in all manners
but anatomy.
Your Punnett Square is full,
and the only time we spend
together in this hologram’s
Venn Diagram is
when comparing
alleles.
I
shed Y from my alphabet
and shift four spaces left.
Eclipse my solar plexus–
moonstruck by libidinous
hexes.
{Fed-Ex my ex
my sex because
double x
marks the spot
in which I want
to bury my
treasure chest}
I hire Osiris the Eunuch
as my captain & Lorena
Bobbitt as my pancreas’
surgeon. I’d hire you as
my biologist if you were
not already too occupied
with dipoles.
My unresolved resolution:
to sail with no