| Bitch- 9-08-01 In homage, prickly-pear siren; your spiked heel wedging between patriarchy's vertebrae. You make misogynists, not cookies. Your voice a bright blade, each word nailed in by the hammer of your tongue. Your sharp edges, sly and brittle, crack if handled. But I salute how you shine, as you cuddle your resentment close like a pillow. |