shared with my head-injury "therapist" off severn avenue when the evita poster was at the annapolis mall cinema...
...i remembered asking "what do you think" and him calling me "distressed" as i call feminists in the poem.
classic madonna-type recourse: "YOU'RE the one with the problem"
from the halls of the big citadel to the shores of v m i
we will fight tradition to the end with the spite that queers call "pride"
we will fight it cuz we're jealous, unequal to his sex
we all do have so much to prove, but don't call us distressed