maybe i am too conceited to understand your poem
maybe i need punctuation.
maybe i need capitalization in place of innovation
maybe it's just too damn strange for me:
your words all tied up in bizarre patterns
sexual innuendos pleading for release
you say it's because you are a woman
you insist on a slip under your skirt
i say stand up and fuck them
it's not the missing question marks and em dashes that make your poem weird
its the humility that gapes like a hole in its center where anyone could too easily fall in
prey to stereotype.
Read more from Christine Kloeck-Lim at her Web site, November Sky.