The Parts of Humans
That Science Can’t Explain
By: Lacey Roop
There are parts of humans that science can’t explain.
We know the mechanics of organs and which way the blood ﬂows.
We know the effects of smoking and typical reactions to taste buds.
A scientist likes to think that in time he will know everything.
The problem with knowing everything
is that we often forget what is worth remembering.
The doctor sits me on a table and asks me to stick out my tongue.
I ask him if he sees the paintings I carry in the back of my throat.
He laughs as if I’m telling a joke,
I’ve got Basquiat, Schiele, Van Gogh, and Da Vinci
so when I laugh, I taste brushstrokes.
I ask him if he can stick out his tongue
so I can see what he has trapped inside of him.
He hesitates a little then he does and I see a man who
struggles for acceptance and chokes on the word
We’ve got robots that dismantle bombs so soldiers
can still pull triggers with their ﬁnger.
We’ve got a blueprint of a hotel that will be located
on the moon in 2047.
We’ve got microchips small enough to be slipped inside of hair follicles
yet we still have a hard time saying words like please and thank-you
and offering our hands to help strangers.
The psychiatrist ask me what I am feeling
so she can prescribe me a pill
to take that feeling away
as if that will solve something.
I sit there silent hoping not to interfere with
the tambourines and trumpets being played in my head.
She stares in my eyes and I hope that she can see my insides dancing
but I can tell by the sigh in her face that she hasn’t danced in a long, long time.
This is what we are creating.
A world where the living and breathing
are depending on inanimate objects that only move
because they have buttons and batteries
when we have hearts.
I go to school to make sense of this to ﬁnd the formula that will save us
when my professor instructs me to lift my head from my desk and quit
I tell him,
I’m not sleeping I’m dreaming—
There’s a difference.
I ask him if he dreams and he tells me that there isn’t enough time for that
when we have work to do.
So I take out my pen and paper and I draw him what I dream;
it is people who sleep in rainclouds, pass out more smiles than business cards,
and ﬁnd beauty in the broken things.
It is people who can speak every language so we can better understand each
while he continues his lecture about the greatest inventions of the 21st century.
All the students in the class speak excitedly about
iPhones, satellite radios, and plasma screen TVs
that can help us see things more clearly
when this world that we are living in seems more foreign to me
than Pluto’s moons or the idea of being a queen.
With every great advancement we make it seems like
we are taking something more important back.
Like we are trying to prove to ourselves that we are smarter
than monkeys and apes because we can build skyscrapers and send rockets to
To each his own seems to be our motto
and since this is the case
I wish the aliens would come attack us today.
Because only then would we unite as one world,
instead of being separated by our own
governments, prejudices, religions, and races.
And only then would we may be able to ﬁgure out
The parts of humans that science can’t explain.
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