[075]
08/31/2010 07:44 p.m.
it's likely that internal conflict runs in her family
beside a predisposition towards dissatisfaction
and stomach cancer.

it's likely that breaking men apart is what her
mother was best at too -- with their matching
perfect breasts and a generational word of
advice:

"sweetheart you're too young to settle down."

over a bowl of tea, she's been called a ruiner,
a title with which she grapples, amongst two
decades of juxtaposed gender assumptions:

to be strong and independent, to be reliant,
sweet, and malleable, to be angry perhaps,
and to be promiscuous, and to be modest,
and to be every single one of these things
all at once.

she mashes fingers into a fat-filled belly,
pokes at folds and poses naked in the mirror
yelling "woman woman woman" at herself,
unsure anymore,

adding feminism to the list of things she's
meant to be good at given her enlarged
neocortex, yet never quite manages to
grasp.