i hate men who open doors
who lick the floors where i step.
who bring gifts and fill their lips
with easy words to carve
holes into bone marrow.
give me your eyes, give them
your hands, i will wear like
gloves, white doves, while i
eat dinner without candlelight,
without that kite attached to
your heart, a la carte. the wind
blows, i can't slow it, i can't know it
will begin, stillness in the sky. why
misogyny? monogamy with masochism.