• Short story

    WHEN ABLE WAS BORN

    Transported to the bedroom where your mother birthed in blue You rose from her sea frothing and foaming A pentagon ghost of a stallion attached at the navel to the most ancient constellation Eons from now, I will tell the world how your death was foretold in the eye of a needle The room where you were born no longer exists except in the memory of angels or demons or extraterrestrial beings who witnessed your entry into this pulsating world Sweetness sang you from soothing lull of amniotic dreams (it was your father cooing happy birthday to you through the walls of mother flesh though you had no language to…