a fictional woman commits adultery.
“The Storm.” A short story. By Kate Chopin.
Admirable, this woman--they say, these stick woman in spectacles and mushroom
hair,
wearing chips on their shoulder like proud eagles,
because she did it during a time when the patriarchy was oppressive.
[but questions lurk in muddy moral waters.]
to be self-satisfied is to swim in a Cheshire cat fishbowl.
you’ve eaten all the smaller fish, fed in a frenzy, engorged yourselves, all because
they protested too
loudly,
the murdered, the shredded
other opinions.
[no
questions lurk in bloody waters]
all this I mutter
half-asleep.
f*****g feminists.
you love to hate the patriarchy
so much.
get a room.
I am beginning to suspect an s&m relationship
beneath
your petticoats.