Meaning through your mother's
bloodstream
at birth
Or through lactation
Mouth closed around a notch
a node
to catch warm
milky spurt
But now you are of
an age
with scant
or nonexistent childhood
records
When did your skin stipple
with so much burn and loneliness
How many years
did you see that double-stranded
shadow
helix behind closed lids
This condition
supposed to be endemic
in your part of the world
Spherical and enveloped
Cells flood the brick-colored organ
Your hands helpless against the
flutter
as if some otherworldly
force came nightly to feast
Then in the morning
the thing grown back
And you
bound to the rock
Your own eternal
observer