I don't have any babies.
But I do have a kind of organism.
One that I bled into.
One that I spent a long gestation waiting for.
One that pained me, restricted me
worried me at night in dream, in waking
I kept at it, unwilling to separate myself
Myself someone else separated.
Today, in a city like a sci-fi movie
was born the digital babe that sucked and was severed.
To some other parent.
To a silent audience.
