Saturday, January 7, 2012

i am born

I poke my little, pointed head out.  I open my eyes.  I scream.  I try to retreat to the warmth of my fetal past to no avail.  Sucks to be me.

There is not much that I can write that hasn't already been written.  I just need a place to "air it out" - a place that without my usual self-censorship.  It's pretty cheap therapy.

No vaginas were harmed in this birthing.

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