“entropy” by Michelle Acker
entropy by Michelle Acker i. I am made of poetry as much as polypeptide chains. nothing is exclusive here–not mutually–we are all same and different, products of mutation, language, carbon, impulse, art– poetry claws through my veins and screeches in my throat, or else, when quieter, breathes down my neck, draws my attention to a folding shirt, the temperature of …