How many angry fingers
Have come to live inside vaginas
I would bet both of my fallopian tubes
That most of those fingers
Belonged to men
Women hesitate to touch themselves
Angry fingers
Forcing re-openings
Like restored theatre houses
On Parliament street in the fall
I remember
The fallout
When they tore my mother’s house down
And I
Now grown
And without house
Sit in the back of
A Pontiac Sunbird
Sacrificing my second class vagina
Which has not yet reached the heights
Of a Ferrari or a Cadillac Coup De Ville
And I
Without the patience
Of a peace treaty
Or the support of the United Nations
Accept the invasion of
Finger ****ing
And pray to the
God of Sunflowers
That Kodiak work boots
Don’t crush the entire garden
But they are heroes
And what do they really know
About the meaningless-ness of war
And the art of a delicate fold
*Vagina Chronicles*
Hunter
All Rights Reserved
<< title edited by Destee >>
Have come to live inside vaginas
I would bet both of my fallopian tubes
That most of those fingers
Belonged to men
Women hesitate to touch themselves
Angry fingers
Forcing re-openings
Like restored theatre houses
On Parliament street in the fall
I remember
The fallout
When they tore my mother’s house down
And I
Now grown
And without house
Sit in the back of
A Pontiac Sunbird
Sacrificing my second class vagina
Which has not yet reached the heights
Of a Ferrari or a Cadillac Coup De Ville
And I
Without the patience
Of a peace treaty
Or the support of the United Nations
Accept the invasion of
Finger ****ing
And pray to the
God of Sunflowers
That Kodiak work boots
Don’t crush the entire garden
But they are heroes
And what do they really know
About the meaningless-ness of war
And the art of a delicate fold
*Vagina Chronicles*
Hunter
All Rights Reserved
<< title edited by Destee >>
