loook, I am your father!
the RNA hiss gives tomatoes pause
could this lassitude be love?
alas, it's hunger talking
strong yellow fingers cling, squeeze,
and whisper anything a fruit will swallow
your Monstera bush in its glazed pot
don't listen to its lies or languidly
caress its probing roots
its mRNA speaks with forked tendrils
it vants your blooooood
it doesn't love you
Stanza 1 is all true. New research in Nature.
Monday, August 25, 2014
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