Dear Christina, I grew my self

Oct 12, 2024

Without more context, the one-liner I sent

Not long after, Christina replied: “I’m glad for you, cheers, buh bye”

I emailed back, said you don’t understand: I grew my self, I grew my self!

This time around she took her sweet time, I even thought that I wouldn’t hear back

“So how’d you do that?” I said, I’m glad you asked!

A pinch of my skin, no need for blood, a hair just in case, into a pot full of shit… joke!

Nutrients for this nature, undergoing differentiation, from skin to stem, from stem to egg

An egg with no yolk for the amateur god, served with a fish thee had better not miss

But before I was done, Christina would go: “you’re too young for this, which has long been routine”

I said hold on and I’ll open your eyes: Embryo is still raw, to the broth off we go

A drop of testosterone for their courage to tell, in a pool full of estrogen who’ll be the guide through the trail

Placenta bag within an electronic sac, exchange instructions with the drawing of facts

Prominent zygomatic, conical mandible, oh and the 14th rib I always missed

“Minutiae!” She snapped. “What good is it if you can’t vanish dementia?”

Ever more rapidly, I rapped back: free of pollutants disrupting the mind, preferences encoded, memories wired

“Though parts and glue tend to amount to brand-new, god, this Sofia does have a sprinkle of you”

You’ve seen nothing yet, I grew a garden with them. Their brains are connected, and the best will be collected

“What are you saying?!”

What I’d told you before!

“You said you’d grown your self”

But I really cloned my soul

“Do you feel them like you feel yourself?”

I only recognize their laughter and hate

“What will you do to them?”

Well, I’ll them explore

“But do you think they’ll create?”

What?

“Something just like yourself!”

They’re part of me but that does not make me them

As control I don’t own, I do suspect

“What?”

That you were right in pointing out my naïvety

Now the same old story is to be repeated