Nucleides become through another's radioactive decay. When mother names me, does she reclaim her own decay? I am born and I am dying. Doctor holds my t*** in his hands. My flesh, which is not my flesh, retracts. I am alone and knit to a vision. My breasts are Coke Cans. Insurance will pay if I remove enough Coke cans until my chest transforms into a smooth plateau where nothing can be hidden. I won't butcher you, Doctor says