After
A week
Of
This world
I turned
Yellow.
My liver’s
Formal
Proclamation:
“Your
Breastmilk
Is
No good
Here.”
I do not
Nourish
Like
the rest
Of you.
If you
Try To
force me
My filters
Malfunction.
We are not
Compatible
Devices.
Stop trying
to fit
us together.
Let me be.
—
Yellow
