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Itโ€™s different than in our parentsโ€™ day.

We can both stand at the plate glass window

and admire our little one.

She/heโ€™s the tube with the tiny blue and pink

ribbons attached.

(We havenโ€™t made up our minds

on the sex as yet.)

And though I know youโ€™d prefer

a genius in the family,

Iโ€™m still holding out for someone

more in the IQ midrange.

But thatโ€™s for the future.

We still havenโ€™t ticked off

all the boxes on the form.

To think that parenting

has gone from randomness

to preplanned

in just one generation.

Even โ€œmeet cuteโ€ is on the way out.

Soon it will be โ€œprogram cute.โ€

Canโ€™t wait for the movie.

I wonder whoโ€™ll play the algorithm.





John Grey is an Australian poet residing in the US. His work has recently been published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review, and Connecticut River Review. Latest books, Leaves On Pages and Memory Outside The Head, are available through Amazon.


Speculative fiction & POETRY ZINE
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