I came into being unknown
to myself, a small sac of seawater
and soft bones. Time and memory
had no meaning for me. Weightless
hunger spidered with blood, I was alive.
Then I wasn’t.
And when I fell out of the warm
pool of her body, she buried me
in the backyard under her hydrangeas,
and left me there, unnamed, when
she went back to Stony Creek.