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