Alexander Lane spends his days in the lab, working with pipettes, petri dishes, and beakers that should have been washed twice. He looks for poetry in lines of genetic code.
Alexander Lane
in prayer — 12:58am
to the blurred and bright iMessage app for
a single notification
that i have invested in the right market
when i bought at the handwritten-note rate
that i may own shares of secrets
whispered and holy
the kind spoken in between
reflection and four kisses
that when i look into his eyes
it is impossible for him to
cash in.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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