into you and
it felt like the womb
I had left 5
days early.
I crawled
under you
like winter cats in car tires

I dropped my steel and stayed
in your waters, risking air
but I had your air

I didn’t need to hear words with
your ears, but your body was never mine—
it wasn’t even yours

and there’s nothing like being
called a misogynist
by a person that has spit
in your face, banged their head on
your walls, fucked a girl that wasn’t you,
took your steel and built a sword.

Image credit:Jane Fox

Jess Kangas is a strawberry siren poet located in North Carolina. Her poetry is rich in sound, structure and secrets. A former New Yorker in the South, she has been featured in Califragile, PoetryCircle and Open Arts Forum.