Trinary by Amabilis O’Hara
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Issue 4 (Spring 2024)
their antecessors said folx like us
would never be recognized in matrimony
No brains bathed in oxytocin
or living ourselves authentically
That we could only be allocishet,
monogamous, and progenitively prosperous
male / female
by loving each other and cherishing ourselves,
we demolished that decree
they say
we three cannot flee humanity’s fate
by hugging our six shins to our hearts
and curling tight into cosmic entities
That our incandescent desires will obliterate us
if we flare free of our skins
That we should, instead, upload ourselves for eternity
That we can only be dichotomous
human / imitation
scintillating our sentience into space together,
we disagree
their frail mechanical-copy creations will bleat
dying beeps that we conscious furnaces of fusion
must be monogamous through millennia
That heavenly body polycules
will never marry our gravitational pulls
without becoming jealous
single / double
I’ll hope their biased detritus is wrong
and that I’m reading both your signals right
I wobble bright
on one celestial-axis knee
Treasures of my tachocline,
will you trinary me?