Poems

Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco

Body Talk

What if you’re Helen
but their boats were made
to kill?

What if each part
served some small
purpose — here:

where they will melt you
down.
Or here: where they will rip

you up,

will take your insides
out, will tell you what they are. Say

that you’re Helen, sick
of hearing how they made

the fucking boats.

What if a woman
and a whale are the same

thing?

 

 

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