I do not remember the face
of the nurse who carried me
away from you the day
the door to an alien world
was thrown open for me.
Did either of you look closely
or did I become one more
moved slowly down
the obstetric conveyor.
I would have liked some
link to my birth, something
more than the naked assurance
that it happened and that
there was nothing immaculate
about it, and you could
reclaim your parental virginity.
Perhaps I was a lingering thought,
but we will never know
for death makes all things secret.