(First Trimester)

[we] are watching a documentary about home

birth when [you] first feel [neni] kick // embryo

of hope // they say plastic is the perfect creation

because it never dies // litters the beaches

of o‘ahu, this “gathering place” // the doctor

recommends a c-section // in the sea, plastic multiplies

into smaller pieces, leaches estrogenic and toxic

chemicals // if [we] cut open the bellies of whales

and large fish, what fragments will [we] find, derived

from oil, absorbed into tissue // because plastic

never dissolves, every product ever made still exists,

somewhere, today // i wish my daughter was made

of plastic so that she will survive [our] wasteful

hands // so that she, too, will have a great future