When they handed
me you,
you shook your fists
and dog-shivered,
tight black curls
pasted to your
beautiful globe
of a head
and body swathed
in the packing grease
of the old world.
Nurses quickly
wrapped you
in soft cloth
and took you
to be weighed.
From behind glass
I watched them
wheel you out
for public display.
Baby Boy Houp.
You had a boner.
I nudged the pale
skinny man next
to me and pointed.
That one’s mine.
He looked at me
like I was some pervert.
May we never lose
our hard-ons
for a new world.
Magellan
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