What I Learned from Wonder Woman
— after Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s
“What I Learned From the Incredible Hulk”
When not wanting to attract
undue attention, glasses, a simple
black pantsuit and pinned-up
hair will work wonders. A look
that says Hey, as long as you’re not
breaking security codes or kidnapping
visiting dignitaries, I can be a pretty
soft-spoken kind of girl. But threaten
what she loves and in a flash
even bracelets can become weaponry.
I’ve learned that a woman also needs
time alone, a visit with her sisters.
When she returns, a truce
may be in order, for she always
has a way to lasso out her truth.
Red doesn’t always mean anger.
It’s the color that adorns her breastbone,
a mark of mutual desire as you mouth
her breast, patchouli-scented, golden
as shook foil in the candlelight.
A little lower is where you’ll see stars.
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