this poem killed me:
THE SHARED HEART
I BIRTH
A mother is divided by a line
that turns suddenly red
as a papercut and fills with blood.
Two infants with one heart
are exposed to life
without a cry:
their eyes are open,
their arms around each other.
The multi-chambered heart pulses
more and more gently. Two infants
fade to blue
until the entrance of tubes,
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