Nicole M. Martin
Comments about Nicole M. Martin
A Bird And A Fish
There is the way you look at me,
Then how I look at you.
Though maybe ‘look’ is the wrong word—
I drink you, I devour you.
I don’t care about your mantras
That are actually my own, too.
The oppression in objectification is not so
Important just now—with you in the room,
Feminism is as dead as Franz Ferdinand.