Happenstance of Carnality

Happenstance of Carnality

Always the alien, the set apart, the stranger
I walk in shoes at once to big, and too small
for my comfort

I was a happenstance of careless carnality,
unwelcome even as I was becoming-
born legitimate by a margin of thirty-three
days, barely escaping the literalness of bastardy.
In this, I was luckier than my mother’s first child,
who I know only as Baby Honzik.

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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