Poetry Month Special
(See how far we’ve come)
Sad femmonazis, she says
(Dismissing my icons)
Postmodern posers
Running with wolves, writing in rooms,
Imposters.
Walk a mile, I say
(See how far we’ve come)
From the madwoman’s attic
In search of our mother’s gardens
Liberated.
Wild haired belly ringed barefoot
(She peels a carrot)
Mocks my compromises
And casts the first stone
Confidently.
Brilliant as always.