Thursday, March 31, 2011

Recollections on the Eve of my Birth

When I was young
Anticipation clawed open my sleep
twisted turned me
out.
The anniversary of my first breathe
an occasion calling for
new shoes. The dress is also new
for Easter is so close
it does not warrant two,
but it is fine because
I am alive,
and this day is mine, mine,
mine.

See my hands, my feet connected
my mind holds it all.
It all is me,
and we shall celebrate
not you but me.

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