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Monanthous
Michael A. Rodriguez
Every couple of weeks
She flushes out a seed--
A derelict to the mixture
Of our chromosomes;
Each time her body rids
Itself of these unfertile kernels
I feel heartbroken because
Each one could’ve been
A sprout I’d love; but at the end
Of the month her viscous goop
Is bundled in heaps of tissue
And thrown away in the trash
Alongside worthless weeds;
This process is repeated until
We mesh our chromosomes
Or until she runs out of seeds.