untitled #4
Because I believed
him, I was out of step
with sisterhood.
A traitor
to my cunt,
to my pink flesh
coat of arms.
Because I had
a father, had
trusted, had
held a man's hand
without looking
for his cock, I had
offended
womankind.
But
wasn't I
a woman?
If I would not
lie down for her,
she said,
then I was lying
down for him.
published in Windfall, Truman State University literary magazine (2001)