Dilation and extraction
(or I’ll never be half a football field of nerves)
A cell for a sitcom’s length,
in a cell, a miniature galaxy
pregnant with possibility,
alien with big black eyes waiting . . .
for the vacuum, of space is not
my home I leave my fetal cells
to my mother in my will to fight
off disease for decades.
Flush at my own funeral, medical waste:
somatic septic sewer cells of
fetus mixing with fecal matter or
dioxins in the air incinerating lungs
of pets and actual children–that wouldn’t be Green-
Pieces: umbilical, ambivalent, paraxial, personal.
An Inconvenient Choice: about warming in an oven
already too full for responsibility,
try, try, -mester the strength to ultra-sound
Good-bye.
~electric humming.

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