"The Obstetrician"
Saw me free from my plastic shell
and let my embryonic body taste the sting of the elements.
Strip me of my metal
so that I am free from your restraints, your splints, your artificial backbones.
Awake my lungs and heart
folded limply from thin, papery tissue.
Wipe the viscous birth fluids from my forehead
and anoint me in stark renewal.
Adorn me in blue clocks, epistles,
stir fry, keratin, backpacks, and snow.
Let me not turn back
to see the nymphs of my past
healing their empty wounds
with scars of new loves and interests.
Yes, yes, Doctor Sir, I am ready;
Carve away the flesh of my spindly umbilical cord.
Yank me naked from the warm, earthy womb
into the frigid day that awaits me.
Doctor Sir, make me new again,
for tomorrow, I stand alone.
I have incubated long enough.
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