female power

the emptiness you feel as a poet

without a cigarette -

without the silhouette 

of your own hand

and sexy delicious fingers -

without the silhouette of your own hand

and the cigarette burning smoke

(also a silhouette)

between those sexy delicious fingers;

i hate you for choosing him any time you do.

because indeed you are choosing.

there is no disorder of attraction

only law

logical.

just like you thought to ask him up

to have a tea of a fuck 

just like that

to feel your female 

power.

tell me again how suppressed-

tell me again how i have suppressed

my female

power.

tell me again how i need therapy.

tell me again how i should think about

fixing myself, broken 

as we both agree 
i am.

let me show you how to fuck

the brokenness up the ass

man that he is - broken -

not me,

not my 

female 

power.

and let me tell you it never was

it never could be

a thing broken,

a thing erected

and able to break.

my female power

is a round

circle.

break. 

break.

that.