My name is… "Name Withheld".
I am fourteen months old and I will not grow up
I have no roots
I am dry.
Brittle, I crack.

I am a balloon
I stay full without being closed
There is no in or out
There are secrets in my soul
Someone, quick! paint a face on me


i am a razor
i cannot touch myself
i have been left on mountaintops
i have been left in baskets
i have been left in boxes
i have been left.

Alone, I travel the roads of ancestors I invent and criticize
i learn my part as if my life depends on it
The details and wants of others: the blood of my existence

"I" is for "Iodine": their wounds not mine

See the
Sorrow
i seed myself with longing

i am the poster child for reproductive choice
Mr. Justice Frankenstein's creation
Satan's spawn
The demon seed
My mother's not baby
Someone's dream child

Who am i?
i am a warrior without a heart of my own
i am the unborn

Life is a ghost travelling me.