Today, a poem I wrote some years ago, about Jonah’s birth:
When finally the doctors sigh,
speaking masked amongst themselves,
and cut you
howling
out of me, I am but a writhing animal,
drugged and brazen-blind by dazzling alien lights.
Then there are pillows, and silence,
and you are sleeping on my chest
and suddenly I have a star, and the moon,
and everything else unceasingly celestial…
my view so clear I memorize the shape
of every constellation.
The Never Normal 
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Thank you, Seventh, but I don’t accept awards on this site. I’m just telling a story. I appreciate it very much and am grateful for your nomination!
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