I watched your mother give birth.
I’ll be damned if that weren’t the most
unpleasant thing I ever witnessed
her legs splayed like crabs claws.
I thought it was the strangest thing
sittin’ in that tub naked to her breasts
wondering how we got here.
And then you came out
a bar of soap
sliding beneath two wet hands
clamped to your pinched neck.
I almost screamed on account of your head
a funnel of molded clay.
The midwife wrapped you up
and after your mother held you
yipped at you like a tamed wolf
she gave you to me.
I thought I would love you more than I did.
But honest to Jesus I was more afraid
that I would drop you
like a porcelain bowl.
Eric McLean is an undergraduate student at BYU-Idaho and is studying English.