They tell me I barely made it into
the world.
Three months premature,
almost dying; but a wild being,
flailing my arms insanely
out of my mother’s womb.
There was a blizzard on that night,
and my uncle was
in a car accident, where two people
riding in the other car were killed,
on his way to the hospital to see me.
Well, they actually died after being
brought to the hospital,
before my uncle got there, a little shaken,
but without a scratch
Or, so I was told, by my drunk and crying cousins.
They said at the same moment, across town,
my grandfather’s roof caved in
from the immense weight of snow.
And all over Southern Indiana
there was a power outage and they
had to hook up a generator
to my incubator,
to keep me alive
I just wanted to say, that my descendants
and I deeply thank you. And I am
real sorry about the car accident.
