Pseudo-Pregnancy

I stand before the mirror
With a bulging belly
Stuffing a pillow upon my tummy,
And wonder
Who might be the man
Who would sow his seeds into me?
Conjoin our X’s and Y’s
Through mitosis and meiosis,
And fashion our Z (zygote)
Crystallizing our dreams
Into reality?

by Vasundhara Avasthi

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