August

I was born on a sticky August Monday morning in Brooklyn, New York, 2 months before the doctors prescribed due date. After 36 hours of labor I arrived, bald and beautiful and much too small, here to experience the wonders of this new world. My parents thought the whole time I was a boy, I was going to be named my brothers name, Jordan, who fell into our lives 16 months later. Azure was the only “girl’s” name my mom had thought of, so Azure it was. Born on August 24. I often think of what that day was like. The apartment my parents lived in. The love they had for each other. New York in the early 90’s. It’s all so far away and so close. I have high hopes for this month, but August never lets me down.