I remember the year you learned the word "hegemony"
applied it to masculinity.
over swigs of whiskey, spitting into the fire, speaking in terms of mother nature and wearing men' s clothes
twirling your hair- white pretty privileged girl.
foul mouthed and steel-nerved
soft white breasts: a palm-full
wide necked shirts: hand trimmed
re-appropriating sexuality.
dusk cuts to black
take back the night!
marching into the arms
of validation
sought but never spoken of
he doesn't mind that you don't shave, you empowered woman.
womyn.
free agent.
you've read feminist literature
and let your mother's generation plant apple seeds of awareness-
although not her directly, oppressed sad mother figure.
silky white petals stick to your perspiring mind.
surfing the menstrual wave-
of some post post post
(enter generational context)
OH sweet impregnation of feminine thought
feminine body
robust and fluid, you fill me with sweetness
that only
naughty little women can offer.
