birth redux - ad · nauseam ∞ mon 14 sep 2o26

 On 14 September 19__ at 4:08 PM i had:

3 days, 7 hours and 7 minutes
79 hours and 7 minutes
4,747 minutes
284,820 seconds; give or take .  ..

until i'd be free of that fucking thigh knuckle lodged up against my temporal lobe, or so i imagined with what cortical resources are available to the yet-to-be-born. To hear ma's version i may as well have been an eternity - 4:44 PM . .. 4,711 minutes to go .  .. (truth be told, i've been separated from my birth certificate for some time now, ergo 11:15 PM 17 September 1954 would have to be considered apocryphal poetic license for entertainment purposes - likely not so very far off.)

Aside from coming out ass-first and big at 9 lbs +, my parturition had painful such that some 15-17 years later ma punctuated her recounting of her pain by pitching onyx book ends through, what had been the parent's bedroom window, but then the incubator for transfiguration of familial axions in search of existential dendrites, impulses from which, if you are still tracking are scrolling before your very eyes. (time is nigh with 4,682 minutes to go), i'll rest - looks like we're in for weather before ¿ expulsion, relief, liberation . .. ?