a poem where genetics sparkle and history blushes
She walked in coded, base by base,
With strands of change beneath her face.
A perfect fruit, a perfect gleam,
Designed somewhere between a dream.
Vodka clear as sterile halls,
Where silence echoes in white walls.
White cranberry, both tart and shy,
Like winter sun in synthetic sky.
The lime cut sharp a surgeon’s trace.
Then curaçao, with sweet disgrace.
It swirled like genes too well arranged,
A beauty subtly rearranged.
You drank. You changed. You didn’t know.
The mirror blinked a softer glow.
And in that glass, the world began.
Not born, not made… but simply ran.
📜 CRISPR Cosmo – The Recipe
- 1½ oz Vodka
- 1 oz White Cranberry Juice
- ½ oz Lime Juice
- ½ oz Triple Sec or Dry Curaçao
- Garnish: Lime twist or genetically flawless cherry
Instructions:
Shake all ingredients with ice like you’re editing something sacred. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish, observe, and prepare to evolve.
Best enjoyed under fluorescence, beside Petri dishes, or when you’re feeling a little too human.