Have I secretly been saving them up to look at later
The women who made it into the grind and out the press?
Oh that my dad had shown me Maxine Kumin those years
he was stuck on Ralph Waldo and Joseph this ‘n that.
I must be my own husband the therapist said, and so
In honor of my father I fall in dervish love again, rarely
with some mortal man of tedious tending but the Goddess’s
of the pen, La Plume, the fortune of womanliness to spend.