Not By Choice

By
Edward Vidaurre
– January 29, 2011Posted in: Local Writers & Poets, Poetry

before your choice
takes his life
- his opportunities
-his ability to run against the wind

before your choice
stops his little heart
from breathing
-eating candy
-singing and dancing
and asking questions

before you lay
on that steel bed

let me
enter your womb
and cuddle with him
let me share embryonic
fluids and chat with
him in dim waters
let me see
his smile
tiny…

By Edward Vidaurre • Wednesday, December 29, 2010

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About Edward Vidaurre

Edward from Facebook: "I write poetry. I invented a weird twitch. I try not to think about penguins. I used to pretend I was a robot. I repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning. I scratch myself. I watch TV and repeat everything said in an Italian accent. I rule Sodoku. I make prank phone calls ever since Lilly said I looked like a crank yanker. I learned to kiss with a girl who regrets it. I take virtual vacations twice a year.I listen to texts. I read books. I have a tattoo. My daughter thinks I'm real, real handsome. My wife just thinks I'm plain ol' HOT! I hate people that honk in traffic, I'd rather you stick out your finger. I hate people who pronounce me name wrong. I love a well-executed gancho in Argentine Tango. I love bean soup. I love new shoes that don't squeak. I once spelled "cheap", "cheep" and lost a spelling bee. I love saving the day at my job. I love flat tires. I'm a trend setter. I love pugs. And Jesus is my friend too".