a new-born babe is paranoid
an older man inspects
it seems his diaper's wet, but
it's only condensation

there's a war machine
but it hasn't worked in years
it's been converted
into a mobile

father's smoke in his eyes
mother kisses the bandages
brothers and sisters tend to the bedside
but the terror prevails

a q-tip dug far into the eardrum
the tip never came out
the baby's bleeding now
everyone's screaming but no one calls 911

and ten years later
everyone's angry

now the babe is a young man
and he carries his papers
though he disagrees
with his given name

the boy is a babe still
his diaper is wet still
the spaces he travels
he handles on four feet

the women he meets
remind him of mother
and the men that he meets
remind him of father

and the obstacles he comes against
he crawls under
every chance that he gets
he cries into the toilet

and twenty years later
he's so angry

"I wanna shoot myself in the head
because i'm angry
I wanna throw these clothes on the floor
because i'm messy
I wanna stand in place
because I'm sorry
I wanna wet myself
because I hardly... can.. make myself... (stand)