An ex and a why chromosome mix, making a DNA cocktail
Ernesto, scared heartless,
pushes Heriberta to abort,
she says, “No.”
He leaves, a grizzly bear eating his own cub.
She is a village girl, black hair split down the middle,
light skin with a dash of Indian, lays in a lonely hospital ward
stomach bulges like a water balloon.
I am inside with my back to the exit,
C-section needed, but I wise up, turn around, slide out,
premature, left to an incubator,