I climbed out of your body Catapulted in the web Of Mother's womb You shuffled the room Fashioned a camera Clicked the shutter twice And you uttered - I'm a lucky man to have another son I knew from the beginning I was safer entangled inside My maternal cave Away from the flash of your camera Demanding to measure The outlines of my delicate fists And the centimeters of my supple feet Since the minute of my birth in June I've been unable to Clench my fists like Rocky Since the minute of my birth in June I've been unable to Clench my fists like Rocky Or punt a pigskin Like the figure whose name Would grace your shoulder blades Every Sunday I apologize for failing to be the vessel you prayed to conceive I'm sorry I'm the worst Father's Day present you would ever receive I apologize for failing to be the vessel you prayed to conceive I'm sorry I'm the worst Father's Day present you would ever receive