I came poor of birth I was born blue into childhood of a childhood cut from my parents’ impulses gifted second-hand a copy of a 163rd reprinting Baby and Child Care a gift of new and old it was a time when being conceived out of marriage being born was the end not a beginning…
My Gift to You …
My childhood’s eyes a world swallowed in a mint multiplication of every deed suddenly I can master anything just like my superhero Pop I’m a star, I’m hero, I’m singer every hum a single that brings tingles a sunset arranged upon my plate a half-eaten grilled cheese a fish-tail if you please a skyscraper of…