apparently I didn’t cry when I was born

Straight up just stared at my dad

Sobriety at its purest, at its finest

I probably looked at him like I’ve seen shit you don’t even know

Or perhaps I looked at him like I heard you on laughing gas, you weren’t even the one who was in labor

Or even a bit more philosophical than that what is this world I have been born into, curious looking man?

Who knows what I was thinking with my clenched edamame bean looking fists, alien cone head and yellow highlighter-spilled-all-over-my-body-jk-it’s-jaundice skin.

I’d really like to know.