Just because I see the blue in his eyes,
Doesn’t mean I care.
With sweeping snow that shifts underneath our feet like salt
We talk about how the internet has only pierced
Our brains, and show us how males view
Our existence on this earth, like it is meant
To please others, like it is our duty.
Elise shakes some flakes resting on her shoulders
And tells me about her brother’s
Deepening root that curses his sisters and mother,
It’s infected growth that resides under our houses,
That murder our sisters.
To him, it’s merely a poke or tease.
To live in the choking grips of these roots is different
I keep my hair long so that my father approves
And my leg hair short, for my boyfriend’s,
But Elise walks beside me, and I feel like
As women, we don’t have to feign interest for our safety.
Like the words of a man wouldn’t have made me
Try to jump out of the rolling car, wrists grabbed
Before I could find my shoes in the passenger seat
And listen to him cry about life.
I don’t want to be in a room alone with my father
Or anyone’s father,
I am simply a withered worm among the roots of a tall, dark tree
that poisons the damp soil and the frigid air
The ego that separates us further
Calls us females like a specimen
We pass the frozen trees and the quiet park
A virginal white that could hear whispers from
Crowds away, we break the silence with raucous laughter
On how we feel watched by every dog that passes,
Who only feed off of a hunger that excuses predatory behavior
But I am tired of arguing,
My aching shoulders hang
As these gazes return on us
Heavy with their gazes, I turn,
But I won’t remain in the quiet snow.
It seems natural,
That we breathe the cold air into our lungs
That rushes into our mouths like war,
Like anarchy, fueling the only voice we have.