Pieces

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Consider an allegory

about a world

where women cannot speak.

No. I mean

they are unable to talk,

their vocal chords severed

like slow-cooked

pot roast. Or a guy

and a girl who fall in love. She

becomes his

what?

An object. I write

what I see,

or how I’m seen in sweats

versus jeans

versus a mini-skirt

because what a woman wears speaks volumes

and we wonder why.

Our clothing communicates

what

we are unable.  Where’s

our voice?

I would give an answer

 

that wouldn’t be understood.

I’ll go back to the kitchen,

now.

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