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
