How To Be A Woman, a poem by Tallon Kennedy

Outside of Mr. Smalls,
his eyes see the stars

and their absence. Light
pollution again polluting
this light. Angel Olsen

polluted the air
with questions. Won’t you open
a window sometime?
I place

my hand on the window,
it will not open. What’s so wrong
with the light?

There is only
darkness inside
the concert hall.

I look

into his eyes and I see
stars— windows— light—
everything you’ve already heard of.
What makes me a Woman?

I’ve been told
how to love. I’ve been
taught how to write. When
he tells me

that he has a girlfriend,
I wonder why no one
taught me how to be
a woman.

 

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