shuffling the worlds again and again
she could never find Grandma's recipe
for sentience; reconstructing
it from memory got her nothing more
than carbon-based murder+suicide
or helium-based escape artists
she eventually stashed it in a box in the attic
where strange chemistries built a daughter she could love
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