conception

if you look back far enough,

you can see conception.

a lost memory, like being born,

a thought in the shower

that leaves as soon as you turn off the water.

you'd see a man and a woman

twisting and writhing

together in infinite darkness

creating splotches of light

that manifested around them.

they'd scream and groan

dance and moan

and one by one,

they’d make us all,

conception of every living thing

like a hot breath steaming on a cold night

we exploded into being,

creating headache after headache ever since.

i wonder if nature ever wished

she’d used contraceptives.