November 27, 2008


Epidurals fail.
Cipher the circumference
of his head.
The answer is worrisome.
Anointed into the unimaginable
emergence of life through vagina.
A graphitic history
left behind on fleshy walls,
tags painted inside.
Seen the corpse when
breath is briefly gone?
What of a son or daughter
in that gray instance before
breath has come along?
A fish flopped from water—
blue screaming into pink—
& legend & myth,
a child, a child.

appeared in the spring`08 issue of Cafe Review

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