L-Dopa - Laura Stevenson

I'm a bright
White egg and I incubate in a warm
Yellow light in the winter
And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning
And no one will be awake to see it happen
There is no history
There's no expectation
Just warm
Yellow light on my skin
And I'm blessed by my mother
Though I'll never know her
And I'll never be lonesome again
I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater I wearily quarry into
And my mother she stands where the characters dance from the light
At the height of the room
And every night I repeat the phrases
Just to see if she predicts the changes
And I'd die for a word if it's all she'd afford
But she closes up knowing it
Where I am is right at the beginning of it
All I know I was born with
Where she is
She is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen
The air she breathes is a slow wind
I'm a tired arachnid
Spinning loose in my threads
Building lifetimes of gossamer beds
And the filigree waterdrops around my head
They absorb every word that I said
There are no wings hitched to my spine
Just an undying urge to climb
And I'll wait for my mother
Supposing she'd bother to hold me and keep me a while
To hold me and keep me a while