SINGLE MOLECULES
death is a leaf, lightly falling
from a tree in early autumn
like a fugitive, I will flee this life
when my seasons change, and escape into,
I think, not less than 6.02 x 1023 new forms
Inga is a graduate school drop-out who enjoys the science of pharmacology and thinks that, in general, everything is better with the f word. Aside from writing poetry and discussing the finer points of social justice and radical feminism, Inga takes pleasure in observing the native birds of North Texas and watching true crime television.
