momma told me i was born on a sunday,
perfect fit,
since i always liked to start things
and never finish them.
momma told me that i was born on the holy day,
perfect fit,
since if anyone needed jesus,
it was me.
momma told me that my day was a dessert,
perfect fit,
since some days i was
so artificially, sickeningly sweet,
even she would spit me out.
momma told me that i was everyone's least favorite day of the week,
perfect fit,
since i was her least favorite everything
and she never let me
forget.
daddy told me,
a few years down the road,
that i was actually born on a wednesday.
perfect fit,
since she doesn't know me
the way she thinks she does.