Bodily autonomy has never been questioned In one way or another women have been made to fight for scraps of it And the further we are from the intersection of rich wasps The more it stings. I hope against all things that we all stay standing this time, Without becoming numb and complacent. My rageContinue reading “Unprecedented”

All the Titles to this Poem

have unwelcome religious connotations, Nonetheless, here we are, The more readily I walk through shadows, less often they strangle. Don’t tell me it is possible to sit with pain and knowing, They will show me themselves Given the opportunity my hands have been too weak to hold the opportunity away for years. And here weContinue reading “All the Titles to this Poem”