Poem Changes Her State

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