Sink Hollow, 2024
Bad Feminist
I have never felt more like a woman
Than when I stood in front of a man,
Embarrassed at my lack of courage.
I seek the taste of another girl just
To balance out the obedience
That rushes to my cheeks when I see
Him. I spend moments, in between sips
Of the wrong coffee order, wondering
If it makes me a bad feminist to fall
In love with a man, like a daisy with
A yellow-jacket. I feel that draw
Of being wanted, needed—the holistic
Pleasure best described as motherhood
And I find myself digging up the pretend
Wedding dress I waltzed around in
When I was a toddler.