With Yusef on Tu Do Street

Written in dialogue with Yusef Komunyakaa's Tu Do Street.

you were born
pushed through the membrane of your mother's skin
the caul clinging to your face, outlining
hidden features. It took a war
to reveal.

Hindsight is second sight. I look back
to the year of my birth, my parents
black and yellow like the couples
on the wrong side of Tu Do Street.
You looked forward
saw me
reached
through the membrane
through the tunnels
crawled, tunnel-rat, fell, father
naked and newborn
into my arms.

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