the face looks unquestionably human, the update tells you, eyes have moved from sides to front of the head, ears right where they should be and you wander your fingers along their possibilities, wondering what human means? they say inhumane for the centuries your ancestors were cut from bellies, their ears hung around men’s necks, their eyes backed into the skull or swallowed whole so gold would grow inside another’s gut, or else they were burned so no man could taste such wealth, inhumane, for the women sown back to back by men, their bellies growing away so when they pushed, they’d show what body part tears first, the stitch or skin, inhumane, for a man taking you without consent, for all the taken women, but what’s more human than such violation, from Latin, humanus, “of man,” how can your unborn child, unquestionably, come from this?