III.
I’m not sure what clearer “KEEP OUT
GIRLS ONLY! CLUBHOUSE” sign we could have hung
better than bricking in our front door. Sole entrance
a dumb waiter conveyed up 4 stories on a pulley
of my hair, should’ve clued in
even the most oafish how we feel
about uninvited third parties.
I long ago tired of explaining: she’s not my mother
or my gram. (Or my captor,
tho I am clearly caught.) The word you want is girlfriend
partner paramour main squeeze
better half ball-and-chain reason for living
cohabitater. Capice?
And when did it become your business anyway.
My tower is not your phallic
challenge, my damseling implies
no distress. If you think I tossed you
the rope ladder of my body cos my ear’s
too tin to distinguish the timbre of my witch
wife’s voice, well—tough titty. Fact is,
she needed a better grade
of bullshit to fertilize her flowers, and your mouth seemed
just the sewer
her daisies
could use.

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Thus endeth the series!
[#1 and #2, if you missed ’em earlier.]
What about you—got any fairytale(s) you’ve always itched to rewrite?
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Image credits: Rapunzel Tower, sculpture and photo by Claudia McGill.
Used with permission of the artist.
Who is fantastic.
And a friend of mine.
Creator of the Stick Ladies.
And whose art blog you should most definitely be following.
Not to mention her poetry blog, too!
This is absolutely awesomely written, it was a great read I really enjoyed it🤗
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You are awesome and you fill me with joy. I would now like you to rewrite EVERYTHING in feminist terms, thank you.
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I’ll see what I can do.
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