Ok so couple of months ago I became a father.
And I saw it. You know IT !
Birth!
Like a person come out of a person.
As you read this you I can feel you’re not amazed by this. Somewhere in you there is something saying “this happens all the time around the world” or “ I can see a birth on one of these medical shows on cable.”
But maybe you should say the phrase slowly 3 times and really think about it
“A  FULLY FORMED PERSON WAS PUSHED OUT OF ANOTHER PERSON”
I was not bought to tears of joy nor was I terrified it was just AWE. Like watching Cirque de Soleil rehearse. Puzzled… maybe that’s the word I’m looking for? How is this possible? Either way I mention this all to say something to all artists out there.

You are no longer allowed to say that you are  “pregnant with an idea” or that you “gave birth to something ” EVER!

Unless  your new poem , painting, song sculpture, article or whatever  irreversibly busts your insides up on its way out.
I feel like a dummy. Cause know I’ve said it.  I feel like l should have gone to more live births  or something but where does one really go to pick up a flyer  for a thing like that?
And women with children, you now have a new duty. I, Pierre Bennu, life long nerd, long time friend to the WOMAN and defender of the effeminate, am giving you full permission to slap to the ground anyone who dares compare laboring with an idea to actual child labor.

Slap to the ground, I say! Tell them I said it was ok…then run.