the gist of the line or a palette
filled with culture, plastic and
the casual violence of progress
and she teases out of the everyday
daylight sparkles of irony or
a watery chop of sarcasm washing
all those states of being entangled with
patriarchy, its formulated use
of her, her skills, hands across
her mouth, hardly making a
mark, but a thieving all
the things she’d wishes into being
hers, art, justice, the wild
grins of kids by the cleaned-up
pond, standing tall, unprecedented
contact across the impossible
would mean a new paradigm for
touch, lightlight, there and safe
