Query any poem you want.

A woman is a contortionist.

Her oppressors, her lovers, her father

Her audience.

Watch as she bends her body

Into whatever shapes you like.

Breaking her bones

To fit the mold.

A woman is a contortionist

The two are synonymous.

Watch as she makes herself smaller.

Shrinking, shrinking, shrinking,

Almost disappearing.

Clap for her!

She does it for you, your convenience, your entertainment,

Your pleasure.

For your ego, fragile like fine china.

A woman is a contortionist.

Watch.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

I don’t know

I mean, I think a woman is a contortionist, I think

I’m sorry I’m sorry I don’t know

I think I can shrink for you

For your applause

I’m sorry, you’re right

I’ll be quiet now.