bones, kidneys, and brain

on a screen we see it through the skin

wrinkled and porous like a sponge


five and a half pounds

and lots of hair, they say

the technology gets better every year


four chambers whooshing blood

we hear the echo through the room

hollow like a steel drum


then, what we came to hear:

no signs of defect—

he didn’t get his daddy’s heart


it must be mine he’ll keep