Monday, January 7, 2013

next wave

 that was the first night I felt like a feminist:
I laughed when you said you gave her a ring
but could not similarly say that she 'just cared more about some things'

We play out the things we avow to destroy, it seems


that loop about claiming pride at what others suffered as hysteria,
I'm not sure where it ends.

I chant rigor! scrutiny! in the bedroom
one part need and one part fear.

Far worse things have happened in back alleys in Chinatown,
than shaking my head at some old gender divide

uncertainty about the nice guys is not useful, they're on my side.

uncertainty about whether it's there at all.


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