—for Jenny
Let's get on with our lives,
no more years with half-bitten cheeks
dressed up in Daddy's overalls, leaned
over bar stools, hoping to taste him
on the onion skins of college boys. Peeling
skirt and petals, we really lusted
for mud beneath our feet, to find our hearts
in outstretched fields— Like that day
we found a rabbit's tail and smoothed the fur,
picked off crusty blood with our nails:
We knew this was a real offering.
Let's finally gag the plagiarist
and the therapist, all others
who'd rob us of our wisdom.
Our screams will be new ones, joyful
with the earth, with the pain of our bodies
splitting open for children.
