Pisa, Tuscany
January, 1491

Let's continue our exploration into the obstacles the first living cell faced, according to the Theory of Evolution. We already know that there's not really much of a place to get the right chemicals to react in the first place. But let's give the Theory of Evolution's origin-of-life story the benefit of the doubt for now. What are the next steps?

I'm in love with the love of your life
My heart reels when he sends me a smile
I know light when his eyes open mine

Though it's usually when we're
Acknowledging you

Betrayal was never my cause
I married to the hope I'd move on
But when he casts my name, I must fall

Though it's usually when he's
Calling me for you

And I hoped that when I stood on edge
And bristled at him, all chaste respect
He'd twist himself round you instead

Though usually when I was
Already with you

You say you value
My words
But do you really?

You claim you do
Really listen
So I can’t say no.

I can’t get a taste of
Your mind
But I can take a whiff
From here.

You trap me
Saying your
Mistreatment
Is all
In my fantasy
So you’re my hero

But are you really?

You engage me
In your fantasy
So I can be
Your damsel in distress

But I know
I certainly
Am not.

You’re not really.

But everyone
Knows you
But do I
Open up?

In the last essay we learned about organic compounds called proteins and DNA. Now we are going to try and piece together a method of getting a simple life form, a hypothetical bacteria-like cell kind of like the first living thing as part of the Theory of Evolution.

The piecing together begins with choosing a location. The first living cell came about on land, presumably in a puddle some where, or in the water somewhere in the ocean.

Seven Months After
3/24/17

I wasn't supposed to see that photo,
but there you are,
on your mother's Facebook profile,
standing on a sidewalk in Florida
(as usual with running
sneakers outrageous
colors:
this time orange).
No, tangerine.
With mimosa trees feathering behind you
And your sunglasses colored like golden syrup.

I hunger for you.

His thoughts were racing; reliving every single second, overthinking every spoken word. The fire grew bigger, and the screams intensified. He ran to the window, shattering the glass with the butt of his gun. Sparks were flying, and bits of the roof were already falling down. He was just about to dive through the flaming window when he felt arms around his shoulders, and he was being pulled back to safety.

“I am to be present at the execution,” Cassian stated casually, picking at the cluster of grapes. His tone implied that it meant nothing more to him than the weather. The two days that had gone by since the announcement was made did nothing to move him to pity over this poor Christian.
Aquilus stopped pacing before his father and stared at him for a moment, gawking. “A life is to be lost this afternoon. It is more than betting on a horse in a race.”

“This is good news,” Cassian exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.
The man was slow to age, with thick silver hair and a muscular build. He had height on his side as well, being just barely taller than Aquilus, who trudged behind him. Cassian’s angled face was blemished only by the flushed color of wine and very few creases.

Siren Song
You say my name,
Like you're casting a spell,
Like every letter tastes good
and you can't get enough.
The tongue,
With which you speak,
Has bewitched me,
Vanity a secret key
to the doors of my heart.
Every smile infused syllable,
Slides like slow hands,
Wrapped round my chest,
Every breath,
I want them on me.
Say my name and I am bound,
Intent upon inflection,
Every word an investigation.
So helplessly under your spell,
Your voice,
A siren song.