[Susan d.S.]

With continuing apologies to H.D....

HILDA DOOLITTLE #2
Ah, O little Dildo

I count most men ignoble by your height,
neither too tall,
for some taste
none too slight,
but sensing underneath the garment seam
ripple and flash and gleam
of indrawn muscle
and of those more taut,
I feel that I must turn and tear and rip
the fine cloth
from the moulded thigh and hip,
force you to grab my soul’s sincerity,
and single out
me,
me, something to challenge,
handle differently.

(from “Red Roses for Bronze”)