Arsenic Lobster poetry journal        Issue Six   2004
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In the beginning *
Rhonda C Poynter

you were born in a teacup
you were born out to sea
and lived your first year on
mangoes and coconuts

you were born with a diamond
in each little fist
I went into labor while
selling pencils and apples

and we were the darlings
of all the newspapers
for being brave enough to make it
up off the pavement

you were born in a cornfield
and the corn kept us warm
you were born in a mansion
on silk sheets

you were born out of love
you were born out of anger
I’ve got millions of words
at the ready

for those who wonder and ask
and say they need to know
you lay taking it in

and your smile is God
in a coldwater flat

nothing else even enters this room

* first appeared in Start the Car

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