by nourayasmine   May 22, 2020

I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands
with ethanol and soap,
after I injected a preweanling
rat with a trial drug,
and barbiturated it for

Then I turned off the lights,
left the laboratory, headed home
to cook a chicken meal

for my clean,
loved, content dog.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Trampled Angel

    This was real, and that is what made it so powerful. The compartmentalizing is so real. As a mental health therapist I spend all day working to help people gain control, purpose, balance, positivity, etc in their lives. Then I leave my office and "go back" to my personal life in utter chaos, lacking all the things I spent all day discussion with others. It does really leave this gross feeling.

  • 1 month ago

    by Daniel

    I loved the purposefully cold language you used in this. The antithesis of the final stanza, of your beautiful 'clean' dog, to the laboratory rat (nothing but a pre-weanling) is simple but really effective. Awesome poem

    • 1 month ago

      by nourayasmine

      Thank you, Danny! I'm a hypocrite. I experiment with rats, cook chickens and take care of dogs. Feeling pretty disgusted with myself, which is why I have become a vegetarian. I'm trying to be truer to myself.

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