Ada and Eva
Morning Glories: Poems to kick-start your working day
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