You were as small as a seed –
     a package I had opened and life
                    jumped out at me,

blank, but ready to grow.
                No, I said. No no.

       I do not love the things that
are not already alive –
    that way, they face no death.

And so I aborted you that day,
     Goodbye, seed, I said.

A package won’t let you breathe,
             may you jump out from a
        more deserving belly.