Three Wives

I’ve been married three times. That’s—data. Three experiments. Three results. One observer.

With my first wife—Olga—we couldn’t have a child. Just couldn’t—and that was it. Doctors shrugged. Tests—normal. Everything—in place. The form—wouldn’t start. Like an imaginal disc that’s—there, but—won’t wake up. No hormonal signal. No—necessity.

With the second—Sasha—Leo. Nine months. One day before. A form—that started but never completed.