At times over half of our bodies
Are not our own,
Our persons made vessel
For non-human cells.
To them we are
A boat of a being,
Essential.
A country,
A continent,
A planet.
A human
Microbiome is all the writhing forms on
& inside this body
Drafted under our life.
We are not me-
We are we.
Call us
What we carry.
Written by Amanda Gorman
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