How do we calculate the weight of the ruins between us? A one of a kind book about the ways abortion destroys us all.

An Ending for Biological Hazards

I've been thinking of yellow boxes
and polyethylene bags
I could enter a hospital with my hands up and say I
think I'm a biological hazard
please put me in a box with the rest

I'm a dangerous waste as much as anyone else
who ever found himself under an apparatchik's gaze

a gaze
is that which makes women like me into objects and
young girls into objects and my brother into something
that would perfectly fit inside a yellow box
the way everything we create
is made to fit everything else that happened before

there is a language of objects I've since learned to speak
it's how pieces communicate
with each other in a secret solidarity even when they
know most will be replaced with spare parts

because I think we're all disposable in the end
and at least we have this
the only togetherness
I could manufacture between me and my brother
because no one surrounded my feet with plastic
nobody went and put me
in an approved box with 99.0% combustion efficiency

this and my words changing the way our eyes change
inside us when we look closer and then farther again

Pro-life readers will find in I Went Looking for You a different kind of abortion poetry, from the perspective of a "wanted child" writing in solidarity with her aborted sibling.

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