Pro-Choice

This hesitation is pregnant - full, that swollen pause though nearly undetected by you is nurturing a fresh thought a new life, quickly conceived waiting to be squeezed into the world when you asked and I did not answer the belly of my choices swelled restlessly and kicked at me I could select what sentential child to bear: one I know you wish, or one I believe you should hear. I struggle - I labor intense over what sentence to speak. What is your expectancy? The squalid cries of a newborn lie? Or the newfound, living youth of the truth? Which would you rather be parent to? These thoughts contract sporadically this pregnant - pause - delivery; then naturally and suddenly it flows out of me. I give birth to veracity - I tell the truth. And afterward and afterbirth regretfully, when you deny your paternity and I, in my maternity am alone again I gestate my own integrity. you've cut the cord of truth between me and you. Written July 1st, 2000 © on Oct 16 2001 03:02 AM PST   0 • 10