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.