Started with the placenta that fed you, then, the bottles you sucked, the tiny spoon, fruit pouch lining, stuffed animal soft fur, the blocks you chewed and barbies whose tangled blonde hair shed as you dreamed up her plastic lives, candy wrapper and bagged baby carrots, string cheese before you unwrapped its polycarbonate sweater, invisible carpet particles, dust flung from curtains trembling in summer fan breeze shedding all your decades of synthetic shirts, pens you exam-chewed, the red cups you pressed to your mouth before you pressed your mouth against her lips, her lip gloss with its tiny glitters that matched the glitter you rubbed into eye creases, oh droplets of saline and the dropper, the dropper too, every cosmetic every book with shining coat, the resin-coated coffee cup, black box leaching toxic soup into noodles, every button and knob and zip tie and light switch, seat belt, every lost telly remote, laptop, lamp shade, air-con, new shoe, swimming costume, inflatable everything & even when you wondered if this was bad, switched to organic this and one hundred percent cotton that, well, that came in plastic too, microdamage for your lungs, your brain, your blood, your soft, withering heart. So, when they ask, tell them this is the reason.