WEDNESDAY&’S CHILD
Cindy Sostchen
.. Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go ...
(Nursery Rhyme)
I slipped easily from a stranger’s tomb
after thrashing like thunder in her amniotic sea
but while I was born, this turbulent seed,
she slipped too easily from me
Wednesday’s child was full of woe
I lay in my crib like a misshapen stain
and raging tornadoes of blue wind in flame
encased me in pyramids of pain
So I’m here in my cradle
my prison cell earth
where I’m thrashing still
for the sin of my birth
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