Her Right Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Her Right



Sleeping alone,
the wrath of the Muse upon me

Chilled to the bone,
her deadly silence enwrapped me

From deep in the night,
a stern warning then came

"Your pen is your phallus,
—my right to reclaim"

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Saturday, February 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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