I would not have gotten in this boat with you.
I would not
except
where else was there
at the dock’s end
to go?
The water
was cold.
I would not have let you row the boat.
I could see
what kind of man you were.
I would not but
who was there to choose
between
you and me?
I would not have let you throw away the oars.
I knew what would happen next,
except
what else was there to do,
struggle
in a boat with a leak
over cold water?
Thank you for my morning dose of poetry which I usually follow up with a bit of research into the author. Today the name seemed familiar and she evoked the the complex battles that feminists where having over pornography a while back when my partner at the time was in the thick of it. The complexitiy of it all was amazing. I did get into that boat and it did leak but I think things got figured out and we all got somewhere.