Had I a say in the matter, I would've picked a future time.
Instead, I get dropped into this hostile environment of 19o9,
where all the pants are creased and men and their hats
are as inseparable as women's girth and girdles,
a time before the incineration of brassieres,
a time before the invention of the pill,
when barefoot in winter and pregnant in summer
meant a women had no place to run,
only where to get laid
and 9 months late, scream and deliver---
babies forever
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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