You were so brave to enter our world
With its dirty rain, its look of a sepia photograph.
I call you at college, early and drowsy
I hear you describe the party last night,
How you danced, how dancing is one of the things
You love in your life, like thinking hard. You are
All right, then, and on the telephone
Hearing the high snare drum sound of your voice
I can feel you about to be born, I can feel
The barriers yield as you slide
Along the corrugated glitter,
Like some terrible rubbery ocean built of blood
That parts, at a touch, leaving a path
What should I do, you wonder, after I graduate?
I imagine you curled under your quilt
As a cold light begins to come in where you are
Like a knife in a pirate’s teeth. Dear salt flesh,
I am ready, if you are. I am afraid if you are.
I still ask: will it hurt, will it give pleasure?
Of course it will. On your mark, get set,
We give birth to each other. Welcome. Welcome.