“Why do we have membranes?”
asks my professor
who is a bit too cool for us
with his unnamable accent –
“Because life is compartmentalized.”
But I don’t want my life to be compartmentalized.
I want it to be fluid,
like the bilayer lipid membrane itself,
so that every component can translocate
and interact with the others.
So that holding the hand of my cadaver
rather than disgust
Because art and anatomy collide on the street,
each four-chambered heart pumping,
each brain full of memories
and twelve cranial nerves.
The winter trees are skeletons,
but they will reflesh themselves.