Listen, Little Girl
Let's workshop this poem about a woman blooming her full power and metaphysical security by submitting--at the right time, of course--to the poet
Listen, Little Girl
Beyond sensing that we would vibe
pheromonically and fit right physically,
that I would cream it up and clean it up
like a career woman deserves, tell me:
is it true that you have incorporated me
into your daily ritual because you know
I have peered long enough into abysses,
have weathered enough, have extended
empathy enough, to soothe night panic
like no bottle can—wordless head rubs
and sexless eye kisses convincing you
even the worst, looming, will be okay?
This poem is unpublished
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