Frankenstein in a Downtown Restaurant
He never had the chance
to be a child, but here he
was sitting at a table
watching a wave of humanity
pass him by.
Strangers with children
pointed at him
and told them to stay away.
What did I do wrong, he asked
but when he got up and the table
tipped on its side, patrons screamed
running out the door.
When the manager banned him,
something inside told him
he was not of this world
and all he wanted was to be
a part of them—
his anguished voice was a plea.
When he saw a mother
with a baby clenched to her
a feeling he didn’t understand
stirred in his chest
while he recalled the sting
of a metal table in the lab
where he was born.
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