Fictional females
No woman is that woman
Published in
Mar 26, 2021
I’m not that woman
Whose silence you praise
Behind the cover of your book.
Who will wait for you,
Late,
With a warm bed,
A static smile
And an amnesic morning.
I’m not that woman
Who forgives
Every slip of temper,
Who cradles
Every slap you blow
And restraints
her voracious thirst.
I’m not that woman
who you imagine
with your Friday buddies
with your porno movies
with your laundered sheets.
No woman can be a woman,
that simply does not exist.
I dedicate this to Philip Dick and to my present and future former partners.
© Cecilia Padilla Iglesias, 2021