28 cows in a field
in which 1 of the cows has contracted
multiple cell dysfunction order.
Like what can happen in a failed experiment.
Like what can happen to anything
caught on the sticky peripheries
of a spider web.
Like what can happen in a disconnected blender
that comes alive while your fingers are still inside
trying to clean away the unwanted pulp
from its rotors.
Or when you run your finger hard
over a cracked mirror
above an old milk bottle;
the hordes of bacteria having gathered
at the summit of the congealed shoulder-blade-shape of what’s left
charging, blood-stained now
up and down the shallows of the host’s spinal fluid,
the network of significant afterthoughts
confused as a rat in an upturned bucket.
The signs of this cellular dysfunction are:
a little blood appearing at the nostrils
on a warm August evening
while watching paint dry,
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