Things my mother never told me

I was born a natural son found next to sea caught salmon
I was born on the wrong side of a blanket before duvets
I was born without a vicar having to get his dog-collar on
I was born from chance at a dance
I was born a son of a body unknown
I was born like the ring of a bell struck too hard
I was born in lust as a love child
I was born from a stall skimper for a whimper.
I was born the son of a gun when his cannon misfired.
I was born with a fizz and a fitz
I was born on the wrong side of his staff
I was born a mother’s error

Published in Yellow Chair Review