the unmitigated force of
his emptiness leaves her
speechless. ‘tell me what you think,’
a loaded question no one
wants answered. especially, if
this answer isn’t about me
and how we are going to live
happily ever after.
he is after all here to
save me from…
molded, our boys become warriors.
you specifically ordered a
gentle spirit who speaks softly to children,
brings you flowers on Tuesdays,
pays bills in full on time, with
perfect landscaping skills and a
lexus for your 35th birthday.
football in hand,
rough and tumble grin adorning
his face, he is Adonis and
we get to keep believing in
fairy tale knights in shining armor.
there is no hero handbook.
he’s been making this shit
up all alone. no net
he leaps and prays he
lands. with feet firmly planted
near someone he can call home.
this is not a stand-by-your-man poem,
i have left more than a few.
this is not a why-i-don’t-need-feminism
poem, because i am and i do.
this is an equality-by-any-means-necessary poem
because i want equal-pay and equal-couch time.
i want your sadness measured by your tears.
and your happiness to include laughter.
i want you to not know and not feel that in not knowing
there is an inherit weakness. i want you
complicated and layered full of intricacies
with a full serving of creativity.
i want you human and whole because
that is what this revolution
has always been about, my brother.