I climbed out of your body
Catapulted in the web
Of Mother's womb
You shuffled the room
Fashioned a camera
Clicked the shutter twice
And you uttered -
I'm a lucky man to have another son
I knew from the beginning
I was safer entangled inside
My maternal cave
Away from the flash of your camera
Demanding to measure
The outlines of my delicate fists
And the centimeters of my supple feet
Since the minute of my birth in June
I've been unable to
Clench my fists like Rocky
Since the minute of my birth in June
I've been unable to
Clench my fists like Rocky
Or punt a pigskin
Like the figure whose name
Would grace your shoulder blades
Every Sunday
I apologize for failing to be the vessel you prayed to conceive
I'm sorry I'm the worst Father's Day present you would ever receive
I apologize for failing to be the vessel you prayed to conceive
I'm sorry I'm the worst Father's Day present you would ever receive
