This piece has stuck with me; reading it was impactful. I most certainly see my Mom in those questions. I love the hegemonic challenge that each/all of the questions puts forth.
THIS!! “What if she didn’t regret motherhood at all, even though there sure were times when it felt impossible, and in fact she loved being a mother so much, that she was no longer interested in men or marriage or the whole economy of sex she grew up inside, and just wanted to lean into the soft joy of female friendships? What if her empathy for men ran out, so she left her husband, who was one of the good ones? What if she loved women?”
I’ve been writing a poem about my head comparing emotionally unavailable men to crocs. This piece finally pushed it out. Enjoy!
Like a Crocodile
Like a crocodile underwater
swims the emotionally unreachable
man: peaceful seeming
and calculated. Quietly gliding
until suddenly
he has brought the Springbok
to her knees. Repenting her thirst as
she watches her shoreline disappear, they tumble under his surface,
This piece has stuck with me; reading it was impactful. I most certainly see my Mom in those questions. I love the hegemonic challenge that each/all of the questions puts forth.
Thanks Monica ❤️
THIS!! “What if she didn’t regret motherhood at all, even though there sure were times when it felt impossible, and in fact she loved being a mother so much, that she was no longer interested in men or marriage or the whole economy of sex she grew up inside, and just wanted to lean into the soft joy of female friendships? What if her empathy for men ran out, so she left her husband, who was one of the good ones? What if she loved women?”
I’ve been writing a poem about my head comparing emotionally unavailable men to crocs. This piece finally pushed it out. Enjoy!
Like a Crocodile
Like a crocodile underwater
swims the emotionally unreachable
man: peaceful seeming
and calculated. Quietly gliding
until suddenly
he has brought the Springbok
to her knees. Repenting her thirst as
she watches her shoreline disappear, they tumble under his surface,
into his satisfaction, into her death.
*I’ve been writing a poem IN my head ABOUT emotionally unavailable men 🫡🤭
Love this!! 🐊
Ugh I am SO sorry that happened to you. And I’d like this last line framed!