unreasonably thin embryonic brother
born again in a wash basin on the
third floor of a st joseph's hospital.
outside his window pale paper mache
cranes float by in mudpuddles.
he watches them a little,
he gathers joy a little,
he lifts his head a little.
little so little brother lesser than
grows beatifully bright eyed by the
window.
distracted momentarily his shadow
half hanging off of him forgets
to adorn its dark attire.
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