We are under the cross
of the children of our desire
who were born with a missing chromosome,
who scream and throw things all day,
who are legion.
We are meeting
in the living room over black tea.
We are being studied by the curious.
We are crying and we are holding hands.
We are talking of our bondage,
and we are laughing with black mouths,
which God is not allowed to do.
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