A Note About the Author
No
one saw any lights
when I was born. No
comet pierced through the heavens. No
angels consoled my mother
during her painful throes. No
wise men came bearing gifts. No
mysterious passers-by took out my heart
and washed it in thawed out ice. Nothing. Absolutely nothing out the ordinary happened
when I was born. Mine
indeed was a normal birth.
A very normal birth. And
so will, I hope, my death be. For the world
has had enough
with all that is holy
and miraculous.
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