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Valentine's Day, 1967

Such a messy day

Blizzard winds blow
ice pellets, snow
stalling the land
while she breathes in gasps

Such a messy day

The pressure
drops in isobars
increases around her--
so young, Hippie, seventeen

Such a messy day

Here comes the water
here comes the blood --
push!
Harder, snowflakes keep failing.

Such a messy day

I have arrived
with frost and gales,
with amnion and placenta
sleet, pelting , tapping-- let us in...

Such a messy day

I am handed back to her,
"Nightingale" discarded with other names.
Thank you, Mother--
I'll take it from here.

Such a messy day
Written by MadameLavender
Published
Author's Note
Written for Robert's "Valentine's Day Massacre" comp

Yes, I was born during a blizzard on Valentine's Day, 1967, and almost got named Nightingale, in true hippie fashion....
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