Good News From Duckie

Your tiny mother and tall
dark eyed aunt with laughter
long as her hair read the note
you left at the doctor’s office

the funny picture
you
drew with your wet dance
and pokey limbs
sans penis. You are unchanged

a girl from orgasmic start
to this long-distance calling day
funny zygote demanding
naps already in
the ocean of the woman who
grows you giving

dreams to small crowded rooms
where time passes with each
thump of your shared blood rivers
demanding every morsel of food
to turn into yourself

pushing against the confines of the
warm
pool swishing
while you dog-paddle your way
into being here.

5-20-05