As a feminist, there’s a special place
in Hell for women. I stand
with solidarity, ninety-eight percent
with gun control, birth control,
self-control, would never say
pussy. Such a progressive, bro
doesn’t stand a chance. One of us
speaks no Spanish, but vamos,
back to where you came from.
She’s too cozy with money
in that shrill pant suit. Damned
if you don’t milk it—social media—
but at least it wasn’t hotmail. That
and my mom issues, and the dame
surely would be doomed. Just listen
to the New York values in all
of those vowels. Hear the mess of him in that
whitesplanation hair. Something about
a man who just doesn’t care
how he looks makes me
hot for socialism. Take me
to where the boys are.