in a joking manner, he pulled my leg out from under my mother’s womb. sundered. i cried out like thunder, beautiful view. magnificent desolation. admiration flattered my mother’s frustration with a standing ovation in a bedside vase. faced with foretaste, greeted by starvation, i was placed in my very own space station. a part of a constellation and considered a sun, i wondered just where i was from.