Begin Again the Same
If only we had all been born on the same Saturday afternoon in August. And, if only,
each of us weighed the same
precise seven pounds two point four ounces. The same strawberry blond hair. The same number of wrinkled toes.
The same mole in the same fold of skin on our same chubby sweet meat left thighs. If we had all grown up with the
same parents in the same house, walked to the same school and earned the same grades, then I think it might all
Lined up and assigned numbers one through seventeen million, or whatever. One being
the best person and seventeen
million, of course, the worst. Sure, there were a lot of minor calculations. Johnny woke up on the wrong side of the bed
1.27 times more on average per year than Sally and 7.98 times more than Ashley. Sam said hi to strangers more than
Jake and Michael and Bill but not more than Cole. Kari remembered her mother's birthday and sent a card more than
Kathryn and Elizabeth but never more than Emma. And on it would always go.
And then I stop and think that perhaps it was an event like that same birth. And,
once experienced, by the same people
but in the same moment, all slates were wiped clean, and the ranking process can be begin again, or, rather, just
begin—must begin, again the same.
About Christine Stocke
Christine Stocke is a graduate of the master's program in English at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. She currently lives and works in Holland. Other works by Christine can be found in Word, Rio Grande Review, Menu 971, 2012 Best New Poets, Wisconsin People & Ideas, and the 2013 WI Poets' Calendar.