We Are an Anomaly
We Are an Anomaly
Where to begin?
From the beginning, I suppose.
Mom had a cesarian (not really) but was asleep
When I was born.
My birth certificate says I have three older siblings
when I only know of two.
So, where’s my other sibling?
Mom swears I only have two.
Perhaps, my family ancestry is alien in nature.
My brother being a giant and me sister, a genius
And then there’s me . . .
Born with 6 toes on each foot
And Bi-fid thumbs but the right one only had a bone
protruding from the first joint.
I believe I was a Siamese twin connected at the thumbs.
We more than likely were separated way before childbirth
But who really knows. Probably the nurse who filled out my birth certificate.
I survived because I was closest to the placenta.
Anywho, I’ve always felt a presence with me
Or perhaps we switch places from time to time.
Or maybe, we’re both in here, sharing life together.
Sharing dreams.
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