Wednesday, February 24, 2016

7844. OPENING NIGHT

OPENING NIGHT
I was born in a gap-toothed frenzy, 
some maddening, gladdening scream 
in the night. A woman held my head 
but something wouldn't let go of my
soul. The Midwife was on for four
hours, yet they told me to hurry up.
First words I heard were 'get going.'
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I soldiered on bravely until things 
started turning : the gold rush was on, 
the mysteries churning. No gold light 
of the sun ever hit my arbored path.

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