Alexa Laing-Moore
skin cells
skin cells
2011
empty skins piled in the corner, mere shadows I have shed
to allow adaption and evolution and hairs I left behind
fragments of my being, strands of DNA for you to clone
years from now when only machine survives
the desensitization of time and money
greed, weed, lust and love we bargain
in exchange for a quality of life we only encounter
between slumber and waking