y O. P. S.
When my twelve year old asks about his foreskin
I think, before I speak
I say
your father and I argued about it
before your birth.
I lost.
I am sorry
I did not defend
your small body
a simple cut, I believed it would not hurt
Forgive
that I did not hold you
through it all
in your two day old world.
I accepted it all,
my placenta
and your tiny erogenous skin
dumped into a bin
without ceremony or religion.
The body
not sacred, after all.
