This poem was published in Issue Two of Sweet Mammalian earlier this month. I didn’t intentionally go looking for another poem on the feminist theme, I just happened to like this one. The conflicts are familiar to me and the wordplay is just actually quite delightful.
Pamela tells her feminist group she’s thoroughly sick of women
Pamela tells her feminist group she’s thoroughly sick
of women even though she is one.
And she’s finding the line between being objectified and being
desired softer and harder to define.
Pamela desires an object to buoy her as she plunges
every morning into coffee
then her cups of tea and finally her wine
because breasts might seem like floats but they don’t
and it takes a while to sink in, all that swallowing.
Pamela wants to tell the Amazons that her canoe is leaking
but there’s something stuck in her throat and it won’t
come out; she wants to rise up and drift
away from the water as the crowd waves, without
parachutes or kisses or agenda at all.