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A fleshy thing— warm blood and organs and cells and appendages and mitochondria with cells who have cells who have cells. The introduction of a touch— a soft, palpable meeting— moved me and made me. A union of dissimilar atoms is moved as the object nears the skin. And when the two meet, to tell what happens next is to tell of the long history between one thing and another. A fleshy thing— warm blood and organs and something else too: many dissimilar atoms that could laugh and play with you.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
Dissimilar Atoms
A fleshy thing— warm blood and organs and cells and appendages and mitochondria with cells who have cells who have cells. The introduction of a touch— a soft, palpable meeting— moved me and made me. A union of dissimilar atoms is moved as the object nears the skin. And when the two meet, to tell what happens next is to tell of the long history between one thing and another. A fleshy thing— warm blood and organs and something else too: many dissimilar atoms that could laugh and play with you.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
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