MOTHERFUCKER

To think this place I hope to enter

has presented life and may again�

To think this chest

from which I seek succor

has given health to that which is new and needy�

To think these lips I long to kiss have comforted the young

have kissed the worried brow of a baby�

It is strange to imagine

I am vying for the affection

of one who needs to place it elsewhere

who has created

provided more

than I ever could.

To think such thoughts

are strange indeed

and somehow

wonderful.