Not Some Wet Ophelia
You cannot turn her into some wet Ophelia,
even if her gown drips pansies and the purple flowers of Diana.
She is not a Sappho fragment to be translated by some man
who thinks he knows her. Who thinks she only has one breast.
Who doesn’t care what Wittig thinks
or thought or wrote about language.
Pygmy chimpanzees are not patriarchal. They would tell
you that if you only listened, but you are too
busy, camellias bloom and die
before you even notice.
Her wedding gown is not a shroud made of dragonfly wings.
Her ring is not a sign of ownership—o.k. who are we fooling here?
Maybe it is, but she is not owned like a McDonald’s.
You cannot franchise her, coat her in sugar for the masses to swallow.
She wears combat boots and pearls--
and if she commits suicide, it’s not about you, it’s for herself.
Photo Credit: Stewart Ferebee, "Citroen"