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Poof* Take MY water

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Paris in the rain

a woman’s life

is too tenuous

delicate

billowy

spider web

close call on I-75

in preterm labor

on the way to the

Paris airport

in the rain

fragile

beautiful

precious

sacrosanct

finite

for bad friends

bad family

bad coffee

bad shoes

bad mattresses

bad jobs

bad husbands

bad debt

and bad dick

learn this by 30 for maximum

enjoyment

future

female

conquerors

of a dying planet

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of thee I sing

the true measure

of a civilized society

are the rumors

told by its ghosts

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after the quake

trudged out of bed
late this morning
not willing to join
this new shaken world
to find my twin sons
seated on the couch
with furrowed brows
tears in their reddened eyes

they’ve endured bullying at school
for being autistic
the whole of their twenty-year-old lives

how horrified they were earlier this year
when they saw a presidential candidate
make fun of a disabled person
during a campaign speech

now that candidate has won the presidency
my sons asked me,

“Mom, we’re scared. How could this happen?”
“How could Americans elect a bully?”
“How will we be safe?”
“Will we be allowed to go to college?”
“Will we be institutionalized?”

answer them, mr. president-elect…

i am a mother
i am a woman
i will unleash hell
before your eyes

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dad’s gonna be pissed

my generation had no great war

until the towers fell

and the government invented one

then we were told

it’s not our fight

beyond the departures gate

at the airport

our struggle is removing our shoes

and grabby TSA agents

we never grew a victory garden

we never salvaged all our metal to make bullets

or watched the soldierly  Vietnam death toll

march across the bottom of our television screens

we were raised by Atari systems, Pop Rocks, Sweet Valley High books,

and Bob Barker’s skinny microphone

so forgive me, my fellow

generationally x’d out americans

if i don’t give a shit

about your opinions on the upcoming election

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for the long suffering suffragettes

should you ever

find yourself

.

to be a woman feeling

beautiful enough

to command roman legions

and the cosmos itself

.

strolling through

the french quarter of new orleans

behind a coffin carrying procession

of voodoo gods

.

only to have the most striking man

you’ve ever laid eyes upon

dressed in a meticulous black suit

black shirt

black cowboy suits

an accent more Creole than high southern

whose face you’ve seen

in the arts section of the paper

take your arm gently

and offer to make love to you for one night

perfectly

because the sight

of a woman coming

is the catalyst for all art

.

you pretend to buy his line of shit

and do it

accept this divine spirit of volunteerism

for god, Joan of Arc, and every ballsy woman from Dolly Parton to Dolly Madison

.

enjoy the hell out of it

.

after all

women didn’t get the right to vote

nationwide until 1920

.

we deserve a wee bit of recompense