the sacrificial lamb attempts assimilation
after Charles Bukowski
too soft
too smart
too much
to worship
in the shattered hands
for whom i repent
laughter, or fear.
(then)
strangers with broken
noses followed me
through your field;
i found virginity,
a gleaming tin can.
(now)
your footsteps bark behind mine:
cheap and wiry, sloppy and devious;
i’ve learned that loneliness is born
inside murderous guts and dead mothers.
i remain, afraid,
suspended,
molded.
(today)
men are not good to women.
men are not good to women.
men are not good to women.
Mia Donaldson is a sophomore at SUNY Geneseo majoring in English and political science. She enjoys cities, gory literature about horrific women, chai, and making everything into a poem.