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Celia stood at the mirror. She was bare to the waist. She turned from side to side,
leaning forward for a closer look at her shoulders. Their usual smooth roundness was
interrupted by a small, fleshy protuberance on each, where a normal person would have
“It’s like a womb,” Doctor Valens had explained. “The new limb grows within, much like
it would in a foetus. Only it starts out already connected to your skeleton and
nervous system. So you will start feeling it and gaining control of it as it develops.”
Celia had heard the explanation several times during all the briefings. But the reality of
it still took her breath away. In each of those mounds, about the diameter that her
upper arms would be and half as thick, was a colony of stem cells, already busily dividing
according to the epigenetic instructions preprogrammed into them. In just two weeks,
rudimentary hands, shaped like tiny ping-pong paddles, would already be distinguishable under
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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