A Month of Poetry, Day Eleven

defective

since our

fake beginning

“born” of a

crooked rib

(Aristotle: women have a “natural defectiveness”)

we need

only look

to the dictionary

to find our

rank

our place:

man

mankind

define

the whole

human race

(Luther: if we die during childbirth, “it matters not”)

rooted in the

deepest well

of our

experience

suspicion of

our bodies

(Nietzsche: we are the most “dangerous playthings”)

by the church

and of course

if not for

that witch

(burn us all)

Eve

we’d be living

(Freud: “you are yourselves the problem”)

in paradise