of course it's a miracle,
a wonderous
thing to behold, but
i never wanted to film
the birth of my child,
or be in the room,
like so many do
when the biscuit come
out of the oven.
i got out of there
while they held my
wife down,
screaming bloody murder,
cursing the day
i was born.
i put my phone away.
i found the waiting
room, with the other
exhausted and nervous
husbands to be my
place to wait it out.
i tapped my foot incessantly
and bit my nails
while reading
the sports page
and sipping a cup of coffee
from the hall
machine.
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