When the eggs all hatch
inside of our bellies
and begin to bore holes
we will bear it
because we're
not good enough
for a doctor to touch
When we give birth to the babies of flies
we will love them like our own.
Because they're
not good enough
for better parents.
When our fly babies grow up
they will ask us why
they are so different than the other kids
We will tell them it's
because they are better
than the other kids.
When we die slowly and painfully
from sepsis when the holes
in our stomachs finally leak out
because we were too engrossed
in our fly babies
We will wonder if it was worth it.
After our funerals,
attended by our fly babies
and our parents
there will be hor d'eourves
with which our children
will mate.
Our dads and our moms
will eat the food
crunchy with their eggs
because they are not good enough
to ignore free food
we will be reborn.
And leave holes in the stomachs of those who made us not good enough.