MY THIRTIETH YEAR

this one goes out to the demons in the audience.




MY THIRTIETH YEAR



In my thirtieth year I became disoriented.

Snake hands pushed against me from inside.

I found myself in a dark room

pregnant, and alone,

without a midwife or a telephone.


Demons found me.

They crowded round and crowed.

Sweet demons, fuck you all,

I said as I stretched and pushed and kicked.

What else could I have said?



They flooded in through the dark red walls.

Tis moment stretched to encompass all moments.

I decided to ask the demons to help me.

What else could I have done?

And one by one,


they placed their hands on my belly

and began to chant.

And so it was that you were born,

little monster with my face.

I swear the demons cried as they held you to the light.