Good Life


Inside my head is a womb!

My eyes and ears are Fallopian tubes,

channels wherein sperm/ideas

impregnate egg/words.

Gestation sets its own terms —

accepting no clock or calendar.

I'm a lady-in-waiting —

and waiting and waiting.

In the fulness of time labor begins;

blood, sweat and tears for company.

I endure contortions and contractions

as I organize and exorcise.

Behold! A head/ing appears

upon a paper sheet

and then a body quite complete

and finally — a tale!

I utter a screech of joy

as it starts its life

conceived to taunt and tantalize

you and you and you ....