Born Out Of

I was born out of simple things

like a fresh love marriage that

caved in, just the one I avoided,

but when comes the finger of my son?

I was born out of the morning,

when nurses pass me with grim

smiles, they've seen too many corpses

before 8am, I've heard too many

apologies in my head before 8am.

I was born out of Nana's eggs

every late Saturday morning,

and I wish I could taste them again.

Breakfast is coffee, breakfast is air.

Breakfast is my bored, washed up

tongue, wheezing on the shoreline.

I was born out of basement angst,

and indulgent six-part harmonies.

I was born out of scribbling on the

back of offering envelopes while

the organ accompanied my strokes.

I was born out of losing teeth.

I must have been dreaming last

night because I woke up this morning

with a bad case of the hiccups.