Science  Write  Now

Thinking of dander, strands of hair bound to brushes,
DNA rich consignments to sewers, dermis-loaded

fingerprints, 5mL aliquots of blood — the odd half litre
banked at Red Cross, nail parings, sweat, snot, 

scabs, aerosols of sneeze and cough, pillow drool,
lost eyelashes, coiffure off-cuts, two placentas, 

the stapes bone surgically removed from my inner ear,
 — and skirting the classificatory conundrum of babies—

all these bits of me excreted, cut-off, discharged, expelled, 
 my code-marked former self, that might now, in aggregate, 

exceed the sum of me, so I’m more without than in,
which might explain, this perdition, my existential crisis.