to those who took offense at my “women’s poem”
being posted outside the English Department
I’m too young and pretty
to know how to spell “misogynist.”
If I can write about a female
masturbating, I must be
having kinky sex. Lots of it.
Teenagers, even middle-aged
male colleagues, must be sheltered
from such a racy tongue. How dare I
describe a woman being deflowered
as fingers plunge below the waist?
Methinks thou dost protest too much.
You want to shell a string
of creamy pearls around my neck, but
I will fight off the attack from the air.
And you don’t know hot
it makes me to press that red
button, target your small mind
and scorch a hole in polite earth.
I’d better not die tragically,
hate to be remembered
with my head between my knees,
under a desk, after the detonation
of a red dress. I better not light
the “F” word. Feminist.