On Men
1
Wow that’s what I was running away from
he yelled to his friend who was standing
next to the other fat girl
in sixth grade dance without a partner
he put his hand on my shoulder
I don’t remember dancing
but still feel the shame in my seventies
2
the guys bought two birthday cakes
shaped like tits for the boss the men sat together
eating they thought this was amusing
3
my first boss out of horticulture school
who’d never hired a woman before
loaded my wheel barrow with so many rocks
the tire went flat
4
the office manager came into my small office
uninvited he knew what I thought of him
he told me woman were sillies
taking out their keys
before reaching their front doors
and that’s why they were attacked
he thought using the word sillies
made what he said
less offensive
5
he saw the young woman at a wedding
put his hand on her naked back
she removed the hand
he called her aggressive
6
she worked in his office
he told her you’ve been raped
abused he repeated himself
as if she’d forgotten
he asked her if she’s ever been
with an older man she felt
he was grooming her
7
when my first husband left me
our marriage had lasted less then a year
he told me he hated the way I walked
sat chewed my food. Before that moment
I didn’t understand how much I was hated
8
the pet rabbit bit one of my brother-in-laws nasty children
he kicked it to death I can hear him
telling me wearing a mask
is for sissies poetry for girls
***
Move the Blue Fuck Away From Me
You expect change
change a blue book falling
from a shelf
more bird song
a different brown flock
chattering
unendurable change
sagging blue flesh
the mind altered
denial
my hair is white
I see brunette
life reduced to a few streets
on a map
everything on paper
A kind of house arrest
sheltering in the smallest piece
of available real estate
my son yells
at every invisible word
out of his fathers mouth
my brother is about control
control a wicked pleasure
nothing he does keeps him safe
his fear blue depressing
crushes me
a flower will not fill the void
my sister-in-law yells
I’m an old woman
move the blue fuck away from me
***
Rouge-Blue Slaps
Caught in a kaleidoscope
of abuse rouge-blue slaps
sharp edged kicks
clear acid melting women’s faces
my cousins pale body twisting
on Porn Hub
fisted rage
tears through rough white sheets
even if the borders weren’t closed
where could we go
do I have enough hydro-morphine
will I die in bed
if I were to catalogue crimes
against woman children
you’d blanch grind your teeth
refuse to listen
***
Bonnie started writing for the second time after she retired. She has been published among other journals in Rhino, Dunes Review, So To Speak and Entropy. She spends her work life gardening NYC rooftops and backyards with her husband and small crew.