So said the paper: Two sisters, identical twins. One with
thighs too skinny to harvest reconstructive fatty tissue for her

missing breast, gone to cancer, so the sister, true surrogate,
offers hers. No rejection issue and true love to graft

wholesale onto sibling flesh, her sister, herself. A breast in
waiting. Would that each of us could be so roundly

replaced, cells migrating back to home territory. Not said in
the paper: This donor sister, plumper and barren since age

nineteen from pelvic inflammatory disease wants children, and next year
the first sister will nurse a newborn with this thigh-breast,

perhaps her twin will run across fields, laughing, wet, loose

From Excessive Love Protheses
(Coach House Books)