Around midnight we
shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill.
We found an all night diner that smelled
of formaldehyde
and biscuits baking.
I ordered coffee and you ordered
cherry pie, and the waitress who brought them
was homozygous for blue eyes and
had a scar above her zygomatic arch.
As an unseen radio sang about
cheating hearts, we found that
happiness is zero-sum, and
simulating mitosis with stray peas
on the tabletop
is the most fun we can have
without causing cancer in lab rats.
