Origin Stories by Frances Klein

Being alive on this planet 

means acknowledging that all things 

were once something else.


That sponge absorbing water on the bar 

was once some spruce, some larch, 

some hemlock pulped and compressed 

and painted Warning Orange 

to stand out on the supermarket shelf. 


Each pane of glass dividing 

loved one from longed for one--

whether high risk or long sentence--

is a composite product. 

Countless grains of sand 

married ancient limestone and ash 

at high heat, modifying at the molecular level 

to birth the see-through sheen we expect.


Before you woke up and went to sleep 

and filled the hours in between 

with emails and haircuts and five dollar coffees, 

you were an egg sleeping in your follicle.


Before you were an egg sleeping in your follicle, 

you were the factors pushing your parents to collide: 

Prince baby-talking his way through “Kiss,” 

the smell of the bonfire, that hot summer night 

with three bright stars in the sky. 

You were fortune and pheromones 

and those three stars aligning. 

Or you were patience and planning, 

nurses and procedures 

and needle upon needle upon needle 

compelling you into being. 


Even the words we spend 

with no thought for the cost 

were once something else. 

Each casual goodbye the fruit of a phrase, 

god be with ye

tree pruned and grafted 

into the least committal of all departures. 

A weakened branch unable to bear 

the weight of its meaning. 


Sponge mopping up the farewell 

between mouth and teeth. 

Father and son palm to palm, 

pressing one more layer 

of heat into the glass.


Your parent started saying goodbye to you 

the moment you sparked, 

each conscientious vitamin, 

each placental pump of blood, 

each heave of nausea 

peaking in a slight wave, a turned back, 

a receding into the distance. 


Frances Klein is a high school English teacher. She was born and raised in Southeast Alaska, and taught in Bolivia and California before settling in Indianapolis with her husband and son. She has been published in So it Goes: The Literary Journal of the Vonnegut Memorial Library and Tupelo Press, among others. Readers can find more of her work at https://kleinpoetryblog.wordpress.com/

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