Big headed, he said,
too large to pass through,
before the vertical scalpel,
before pulling me feet first
from my mother’s riven womb,
hanging upside down
like a bloody, sleeping bat,
my mother’s warm body
for one moment–
my first lost hat.
2018
Big headed, he said,
too large to pass through,
before the vertical scalpel,
before pulling me feet first
from my mother’s riven womb,
hanging upside down
like a bloody, sleeping bat,
my mother’s warm body
for one moment–
my first lost hat.
2018