ZoeBee

I always envied the girls who wore cream cardigans and thought ivory thinks
I knew I could never be bright and white and scrubbed sudsy so I resigned myself
To pink
Not quite as dainty and lovely but fine

I've been loosing hairties and I've been loosing rights
And it doesn't effect you so you never put up fights
I cannot get a car and I can't get an abortion
And healthcare won't cover my cramps, not even a portion

We don’t burn witches anymore because that went out of style in the 1700s, and is so not fetch.

Last night I curled up with a good book

Let ink-stained fingers trace spirals down my spine

Papery hands brush damp hair from my face at midnight

Caressed with consonants

Vitrified with the heat of vowels on her lips

I've read Orwell and Golding and Dante
Enjoyied Twain and Huxley and Bronte
Drank Vonnegut, Austen and Shelly
Let dusty words fall in my belly
I've read books about ships and great trees
Chapters of trips overseas