Writing from the stemistry lab
Embryonic
by Stevie Ronnie
Our father was our mother's cell
swabbed then smeared on petri dish.
Why yes, we grew just like you
but see the marks the needles made
when we were embryonic.
Our mother was our father's nail
clipped then stripped of DNA -
which could explain why our tears are
blood, and why our whorless fingers.
Our brother is our sister's ear
cupped and waiting for breath's sound
to speak of how we've conquered fear
and found that victory isn't neat
when difference becomes the same.
Our bister's eyes like our srother's,
like our mather's, like our fother's,
were always meant to be this green -
it has been written in the bible of fate.
We don't even need lovers now
when even lovers are around
to think the flat of evenness.
But see the heart's the needles slave
and it is embryonic.