I’ve been sending my stories to feminist book publishers
You might ask.
The responses I get back are… well, to put it mildly—hostile
but I digress.
I respond, not in kind, but by being kind.
“The nicer ones say, “Your voice isn’t right for our magazines.”
I think my stories would do feminists some good. I don’t hate them, for their point of view
I already know what I think.
Listening, is a tasty treat that I eat.
The silence between syllables
It makes me want to jump off a building
but when I don’t argue, they don’t know what to say
their radical records go around and around
with horrible scratches on them
If people would only talk to me, I would listen
We all have a life sentence
and we want to experience
where we have never been
There has never been a you or a me
throughout all of human history
So, talk to me…