My planet passes the sun every year
on the date of my birth at Garfield Memorial,
a hospital in D.C. that no longer exists. But I still exist,
having squirmed my way out of my mother’s legs
into the gloved hands of Dr. Caroline Jackson, I’m told,
after a fifteen-minute interval in which
they discovered we were twins . . . .
–excerpt from “Planetary” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Coffee House.