Alta USA
Shameless Hussy
i
am one of the true hussies; i have no shame; i was a
housewife, and stretched
from the housiness
of it (hus) and the
wifiness of (wif/hus-wif) to a woman who cant bear wifedom
(hussy) / i grew beyond the house, like alice after eating
too many cookies. exactly what i did; i ate too many
cookies; lovers, poetry, moving my body in a new way, an old
way, the way women like me have always moved, largely; with
great motions beyond our allotted sphere, with more need
than fear, and more
grace than shame.
--from SHAMELESS HUSSY, Crossing
Press
ANYBODY COULD WRITE THIS POEM. ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS YES.
i'm happy.
could a poem be a cup
to pour our joy into?
you rubbing my hairy leg
& making me giggle
all our happy teeth
&tasting like love juice
& apples & bananas &
cheese & salami
we could do this over & over
& feel good over & over
the hot joy spilling
puddles on the bed, the rug,
the back yard, the earth
happy with us, needing our joy
& yes we say & we say yes
you whisper yesyesyes yes
yes. & yes.
& you feel good yes
& the hollow in yr shoulder
& i'm hungry for you yes
& yes. yes.
& why quit now whn we could
say yes again why stop now
when we could yes why no when yes
love yes love yes love yes
earth. life. children. love.
yes. & yes to night & yes to
day to wake up & say yes.
the holy affirmation.
to wake up wanting to be alive.
--from NO
VISIBLE MEANS OF SUPPORT, Shameless Hussy Press
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