Modesty is trending.
Thus her arms folding
fashionable, legs braided.
She will study French dressing,
how it blushes the radish rose.
That will have to do
for even candlelight can’t
obscure a question, a claim
undeserved.
So she must remain compact,
eyes cast down, never to see
the world, let alone fill it.
He needs space to inflate, eyes
to roam unsupervised.
Meanwhile
she will invite him up for coffee
and even though her own home,
he leads her to the bedroom as if
little girl lost. She closes her eyes
to keep him a hero.
—
Emily Reid Green’s poetry has appeared in Dying Dahlia Review, Khroma Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, and Gravel. This past spring, she was a sponsored poet with Tiferet Journal. She lives with her family in Toledo, Ohio.
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