Writing from the stemistry lab
In utero
by Stevie Ronnie
At the wall of fleshy glass
he doesn’t stop to think about
how his life has swum to this
but butts his ovoid head
and penetrates as silently as
a needle can pierce skin.
Inside, she’s saline and scented
like a heavy garden
where he and she no longer are
but he or she or it is born.