Of course you hear a lot about that elbow cut off in the lower right corner
Feminism loves its absences, how we first learned to read
We victims of sexism and racism read the environment before all else
We are vigilant and silent until someone finds our body parts
We bullies leave a bold trail of bruises and signs because we know
How to perform for those who reward us with precious memberships
Of control. With belonging in our pockets, our souls slide down
The toilets and into the eddies of sterile universes
The cure is to learn to read from those who know how. We victimsAre our saviors. Hear us describe our way out of absence.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast