Unexpected meetings occur in a forest, on a mountain, by the sea. I shook hands with the men. I'm disappearing. Something in me is disappearing. So. Is that a yes? Some of us have taken off our wigs. The immense, the colossal weight of our hope. Sex is part of it. Do you think I’m pretty? [The future will present itself with unimaginable ruthlessness. But we can guess.]
Copyright © 2010 by Kate Greenstreet. Used with permission of the author.
Kate Greenstreet is the author of several collections of poetry, most recently The End of Something (Ahsahta Press, 2017) and Young Tambling (Ahsahta Press, 2013).
Date Published: 2011-08-09
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/619