Your dad was to meet your mom
in her dark and secret place,
but it was in a petri dish of agar
under searing light and
the care of a white-cloaked bandit.
A frigid face ice cubed you,
plunked you into sterile darkness
where you aged but had no birthday.
Shielded eyes brought you to light,
stripped your genes,
squirted you with the codes of a stranger,
then coddled you with incubation.
The news chortled
that you grew the cells
of the stranger.
But where are you?
Begun 4/28/14. Completed 4/10/19
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