LTD

Today I read a banal poem
that reveled in the so called "fact"
that each cell in our corporal form
is replaced every seven years.
And from this truth

the author finds

a sense of comfort in the thought

of one day having body whole
that their former love will never have touched.

Shaking my head, I sighed to myself

and thought -
It’s truly a shame
that neurons remain a cache of non mitotic cells that represent a generally nonrenewable cell source

and that science belittles this attempt at irony.

So I know, that as the days pass

and years build up,
your finger shadows will always touch.

GABA dark words collide around my sulci

and dribble through my ventricles.

A song that methylates my DNA;
a picture that opens a voltage gate;
a cell that fired and wired together
that cannot renew,
that begs to let go.