You told me of your rights
You told me to be polite to men.
When I said nay, you said “obey”.
I beg your pardon but —
Is it insolence to knuckle-white-tightly
grip this withered stick?
Am I brazen if I call you Mudbrain
or name you Mr. Shithead?
Is it too impertinent to tell you “No”
before I dent your skull?
Instead of whining
you should thank me on your knobbly knees
for the simple fact
I didn’t use my ax.
So exciting to write to the painting of Shay’s painter ancestor Edward Emerson Simmons at toads. There is something in that girl’s expression that told me, that she should put that stick to use.
May 18 2018