Birthday – A Poem by Rozann Kraus
years ago you were in labor
maybe not yet
my birth was so easy
(as in ‘the last easy part of our relationship’)
there was just delivery
no L&D
just
me
there to continue to disappoint
ever after my painless entrance
worse, even, when my mind
was born
the pain denied at confinement
grew elsewhere
a thistle seeking little water or light
just a bristle spot
to be
protecting itself
hiding its flowers
filled cursive curses
forgive? no need
you never asked
though on I’ve moved
over and under
a hindered limp
from a small thorn
implanted
at birth