Iodine
Janet Kuypers
from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#053, I)
4/27/13
I saw a science fantasy show once
where a man made entirely out of tumors
could only regenerate himself to survive
by submerging in a bathtub of Iodine.
Now I’m not a tumor, I’m only human,
but I have to remember that you’re good for me,
you and you violet vapors,
we’ve just got to find out ways
to keep you with us as long as we can...
you’re rare throughout this Universe,
but lucky us, here on planet earth,
we’re the one with the water,
and you seem to be all over our oceans.
Lucky us, we need your nutrition,
and we need you to help us heal...
But as I said, you’re rare in the Universe,
which means you’re rare on this land.
And if we can’t get enough of you,
it might be an intellectual disability.
But you help me see right down to my bones,
and I don’t want to lose my faculties —
or what makes me me —
if I don’t have you.
You’ve disinfected my cuts and sores,
we’ve used you in medicines,
and... I’m sorry.
You may be rare in this Universe,
but I know how good you are to me,
and I don’t want to let you go.
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