“When I was coming of age, Dolly the sheep was cloned. As I move toward the end of my reproductive era, debates around choice, IVF, freedom, access to good science, etc., continue to seethe. I remain grateful for the access to the good science that provides my family with choices. This little poem came from an exercise wherein I made a word bank based on my recent journaling, swapped out the nouns and verbs from an existing poem, then revised until a sensemaking narrative emerged. I heard a little dancing in the language and chose tercets to match step.” 
—Maya Marshall