the words weren't mine

where was that                        what were the untended grounds

weak sun massy clouds the barest pale blue

brained with some sense of the feral event
the girls turned and looked out of the picture

their realism followed you around
the last chance salon back into the frame

this they said was where we wanted to give
ourselves over to men’s insistences
to follow their instructions exactly
and it took us loci to figure out
that despite their reputation for sex
on the brain you just can’t trust them to leave
off trying to forget it and transfer
the jurisdictioning everywhere else