("And almost a girl it was and came forth." Rilke, trans. by Edward Snow)
And it was almost a boy who leapt
in the dark one second more, but paid
unsuffused, blue body, blue Vishnu face.
already closing its jaws. The doctor knew,
her son into the world. Look, he arose
* * *
Trapped in the pail
two extra legs
umbrellas. The radio
that the poison
as Slough Pond.
makes her mutations
not as autism, but
and I now want to blame
*Previously published in Marin Poetry Center Anthology 2009