Poem for Round 2 of Slam '05. |
i prodigal daughters i am a mooncalf a moon child the woman who cried moon calf his cat died i'd heard in L.A. he cried so hard for me in those days the lean years for poets now that it's all over i don't know ii indian princess cherry tomato eyes mummy's books daughters of poor folk taking over her body the heroine is in full dress loaded in a pink Cadillac the driver's gloves locked tight around the wheel with her fingertips iii i was watching Sumo on TV when i knew i was too smart like the four horsemen had come alive again for a really good reason my mind suffers manuscripts dipped in chocolate fudge no longer set up for a lady in motion iv the cat at the window tells me the time of day i want to lie to myself and tell somebody i've read enough today but i haven't i'm deep into essays about women about choices women's rights family birth right i know i'll never get pregnant again so cat tells me to love her tells me there is a space for women who don't dream fat stomachs anymore babies aching for nursing such a deep subject to ponder the cat sees me naked i'm still a woman knowing a woman's touch v what else do i have to say to make you believe that there is love and that's it no matter how hard i'd try there would be a delicate hole in my theory that poetry of the gifted is not only for perverts but is for scholars too i will call out loud LOVE unflinching and settle with it call it out again even though the cat smiles and moans and animals all the right moves for me to get abstract about secretly i will silently move the pen to follow a romance novel |