We were playing a game. I asked him how he liked the kiss. He said, "You're kidding, right?" I said nope, and that I'd like an answer. Confused, he asked, "but what was the question?

Some of us were only conceived. Some of us were never born--in a private ocean for days or weeks, with limbs agrow and seen holding our poor head, growing from chest, arms. Some of us, fruit on stem..