Anti-Chlorinated Feminism

The gospel of the journey is realizing

that eating is a political act,

that the Woodstock of the mind

is everywhere on a tiny planet like ours,

that the inventory of the body

is equivalent to the trauma

that comes from crop-dust in our eyes,

carcinogens in the crotches of our panties,

black women doing the math

that put white men on the moon.

And there are always

more questions for consideration—

like admitting that it’s hard to tell who’s shooting

while we’re praying with our eyes closed.