not even, your doubting Jill-from-the-hill voice,
asking, are you sure? really confident?
you desire me
to seize up,
cease the finger pointing
and begin the fingernails
scratching glass, agonizing
what I propose,
why I came here,
to defend and protect
women
demands I, we,
answer to no one.
especially
the little voices implanted
to erode our con-fidence.
indeed, they are the con.