it's her birthday.
not just one day though,
it's birthday week.
flowers and balloons
a small parade
down main street.
women are different
that way.
everyone needs to know
the day of their birth.
they put the word out
on the street.
write it in the sky.
they casually slip it into
every conversation
they have, oh by the way,
today's my birthday.
men don't care.
it's a reminder
of time passing here
on earth. another scratch
on the wall.
a slice of cake,
a nice card will do.
but please, no singing
waiters.
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