when the doctor tried
to hand you
the baby, your son, you asked,
politely if they
could clean him up a little first,
squeamish that you are.
they seemed
stunned, but you were wearing
a new shirt,
pressed pants,
and had just washed your hands.
so they did.
you held him tightly.
and still do,
despite him
being in California
for the rest of his young
life.
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