Boy wakes up in the womb again
with skinned knees, chained to embryo,
burning in the gas of a star for nine more months.
Boy is born into a thunderstorm
and when he breathes he swallows smoke and shame.
He writes of God and love and thinks
that must mean something.
Boy is surrounded by the universe
but is too scared to open his eyes.
(I think everything means something if you need it to.)
Boy opens his mouth.