The First Woman Poem by RIC BASTASA

She’s old but man she is so powerful
In this block,
Her favorite is black
And she makes robots
Makes them love her with a simple
Click.
She’s chinky eyed, reminiscent
Of china, where she is rooted
And she filters light, like she is
Filtering people

She is never true, she is
Doublespeak and she looks so frail
In her blacks and whites
She stabs you in the back
You bleed and you’re out
You just don’t know.

I do not like her, and she knows it
And she has no way of
Entering my door, I have always closed
It for her, or her friends or even
My mother-in-law or even
My wife.
She has no way getting in
But she manages somehow
Inside my dream

There she says she misses me and
Asks me what am I doing to myself
And that she can do everything for
Me
She can be my robot

I refuse. There is no way that she can
Take even a single hair.
She cannot just pretend to be a robot.
That is never true.
I have known her and made
Her a period. She’s small and insignificant
And I want her to leave at once
Go away.
She is power. I do not need her.
Even in my dream.