My thumb is on the white plunger: first stop
and now the pipette is ready to suck.
My hand is trembling, hovering over
the small plastic tube. I dip it down and in,
release the plunger, and draw it all inside.
These twenty microliters contain so much.
The plastic tip is clipped just wide enough
to draw up all the DNA at once.
The full substance of what makes man a man:
the recipe book,
the instruction manual,
all that information —
the entirety of a man — a man
in the twenty microliter pipette.
But I don’t think of it that way, so I
dispense the contents into the next tube
by pushing my plunger to the first click,
then to the second,
expelling all of that information,
letting it mix with the prepared buffer.
done with it.