This week, I may have been able to know.
They may have put that cold, hard instrument
on my belly, over a layer of stingingly chilled
This week, someone may have been able
to look inside my body, as though skin and
muscle didn’t exist. As though, my own abdomen
were merely transparent, silken, above a ocean
Perhaps today, I would have been waiting.
unable to sleep or eat. Anxious to find out how
my life would change; ready to hear what kind
of person I would teach everything I know.
A strong woman.
A dark, intense man.