newborn

wonder if my parents knew

i came out an amputee with limbs
foreign fingers tracing
fading outlines,
lighted silhouettes.

wonder if my parents knew

from young i was old
and from old, i was never sure how to grow.
how many years do i add
before i know my age?

wonder if my parents knew

that i tried to find ways to blame the world,
for the way i was lost in it,
yet their mouths were shut
regarding the more important parts of myself;

i was the only one that spoke.

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