Oct 28, 2014


Written by Rachel Mennies

Read by Sophie Klahr

Don’t, you wicked one.
I ache all over
running from you.

I learned the spell
against your longing
as a child—all women do:

I learned to want
the permanent man, not some
blond god passing through,

to feel the gut-punch of shame
against the lust, because it’s what
good women do,

go plant that shame
in the forest. Let the sunlight
rocket through.