i wonder what makes a woman
pay to have herself be put out. her body cut open. her face cut open.
pieces taken out. pieces put in, and skin sewn together.
just to please a man.
i wonder if it helped.
i wonder if it’s because of what you said to her when you were angry.
and what could possibly convince her she was a slut. (and then make her personally go and convince others – her family, her friends. for nothing.)
if it’s guilt that made her accept being second. waiting to be noticed.
waiting for her turn. waiting for forgiveness.
and she’s now happy. i wonder
if she felt worthy the next morning. finally chosen.
if she lays every night and feels loved. beautiful. and whole.
if she understands your poems. and her mind just lets them go.
i wonder if she is enough. i bet she does too.
