In class we had partners and the partners had tubes
of anesthetized fruit flies sorted by eyes.
Our task was to feed them and gas them and count them,
to sort and combine red eyes with white.
Three days passed, then seven, then nine, and we never returned,
my partner and I. The idea was hers, but it might’ve been mine.
Into the hall of lockers lined we took our tube, multi multiplied,
and with one move we set them free and kissed our Biology grade goodbye.