Poetry
Poem: Told You So
So when you yanked that rib
from me, I think I mentioned
that I felt myself a tad
imbalanced, listing as it were,
and that I feared, not that I am a fearful man,
that I would soon be walking in
circles. But you, knowing all—or so you said—
screaming childbirth, babbling incoherence,
floods and boils, before that came to pass.
Yet here I am, post murder and all that mayhem,
one clubfoot following another, an eternal satellite of
my own unintended creation.
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