It is a little bit like a birth.
But one where they’ll take one child out
To put his brother in.
Under my breast, it sits,
Gently growing into my skin.
Recording. Knowing me.
What will you be, I wonder.
And what will we go through together?
We are we, now.
And I see how you can save me,
I say to it.
I know that you could kill me, too.