Fetal Breath

He went down for twenty-seven years. There is a mother on every floor. Every mother is missing half a tooth. The doctor said it was a hallucination. The nurse said the family column was empty. The file said the mother was deceased. But the ribs downstairs are still hot. He pushed open the window on the seventeenth floor. Jump down. Not death. It's home. On the bottom floor, his mother was waiting for him. The ribs are steaming hot. It doesn't taste good when it's cold. She is missing half a tooth. Smiling. Same as every day.