Mass Effect by Katy Lederer Pushed together, pulled apart, we were purported pluripotent. We developed as an organ, a benign and beating heart.
We sought physicians for histology. Discovered spinal symmetry. Within the sacred bowl of life, our innards spilled in red array.
I wondered what you'd have to say if in your mouth you grew a tongue. I wondered what I'd have to say if in my head I grew a mouth.
Instead we moved into a house, connected by a modem. A surgical removal could have cured us of our malady.
But seeking to remain benign, we discoursed through telepathy. How long could we have lived like this?
With our then-rudimentary eyes we saw shapes coming toward us: amorphous and black, shedding tears. We had nothing to say. |
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