you can’t shell-shock me;
i was born partly shrapnel,
mostly flame:
melting jagged edges into
gay wedding bands
& trophies gone missing from
paychecks;
swimsuit issues & other
broken reward systems –
women minting the bad breath of
inequality, one goal, one explosion,
at a time.
And you didn’t tell me that this exists, why? dlo! ❤ ❤ ❤
ha! i don’t know. 🙂