Biosphere Woman

Biosphere Woman
redefine the tingling face of -25 when stepping outside
it’s the parasites diving deeper into skin, crying the mothership 
self-destruct sequence. it’s trying to kill us all.  nothing 
is inert, monolithic, not the x-ray lace of bones on black, 
as sentient as houseplants any cuspid signals, catches
we can be scoped but know no medical scanner 
is comprehensive from crowd to seed to intricate 
root hairs of the chest’s parsnip, the liver,
the meg, gig, google of data
the body intelligence of nerves 
are not mute but speak another kind of tongue
than the composite metal instruments 
and their hum. 
the source of jpg, the retina nebula, see 
how it parses whole body health in sunrise blaze 
veins, the firey bush within the vision, soft egg of eye, 
the white vinegar of hesitancy 
soaks off the crud, that in name, is 
protection, 
we dropped off 
the holy fear of breaking. 
it is only a body, like any
the infinite regression of biospheres
cells, systems, tougher and more delicate both,
freely given to ignorant science 
and sighs