Guest writer Marissa’s poem, “Neurotransmitters,” as seen in The Elixir.
So you say they’re close to discovering the origins of life,
something about creating algae from amino acids.
Do you love me
because your neurotransmitters
release dopamine in response to
the pheromones my pores excrete,
because your brain cells expel oxytocin
when I make you come?
Do you choose me
because of sheer chance,
like the random joining of egg and sperm,
the 1 sperm
of your 100 million released
each time you ejaculate,
and the 1 egg
of the 1 million I was born with?
Could you love anyone the way you love me,
because out of the 7.2 billion bodies on this earth,
you could be compatible with approximately
1 billion, or maybe a million if you consider
only those in practical proximity?
So what can they tell us, the amino-acid-algae-discoveres,
if sperm meets egg, it’s accidental,
that in our wantings and desirings,
in our pheremonings and neruotransmittings,
in our ejaculatings and adjoinings,
you don’t love me
because fate brought us together,
some cosmic force drew our naked bodies
to one another like magnets,
because we were born to grow old together,
old and stupid.