you keep holding your head out to me

he was birthed underwater 'cause he was

born without a lung

most people are lucky - they have two

he didn't even get one

they hooked a tube up to his chest

to inject oxygen directly into his bloodstream

of course it involved a fancier machine

than that explanation

it could sense the oxygen level in his bloodstream and feed it more or less

this is a true story i read in

the new york post a few months ago

and somehow they hooked his vocal chords

up to this other machine that fed them air he could control with a switch

so he could speak

it also made it possible to hold notes forever

and he has perfect tonal control

and all he does all day is sing

it's beautiful to hear

the people line up with gifts

his father, when he found out he was going to be born that way,

wanted to end the pregnancy

thought he would suffer for a short time then die

his father doesn't come by now, because his son knows this

and nothing scares him more than having to talk to him about it

the boy is 12 and in love with a 14 year old

he's worried that the lineups will stop

when his voice starts cracking

she said 'don't worry

i'll stay in this small hospital room with you by your bed

wearing my prettiest necklace

you won't have to sing

just rest your throat

i'll kiss your cheeks

your soul sings loud enough for me'

he shifted his legs 'cause they were stiff

and the oxygen machine gave his heart a little more air

he thought back to the first time she

said hello

and looked at the painting she'd done for him that were hung on his walls

she picked up a glass and went to the bathroom to get a drink of water from the faucet

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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