Lynn Melnick
A Referendum
In 1994 the man I loved told me I dress myself wrong
so I exchanged my body
for cash and then for clothes.
I got away.
In cold weather my ribs ache and remind me I’ve been kicked
but I’m telling you I got away.
I got so far
that in 1998 I left somebody’s remodeled kitchen
because a pack of invited men cornered me loudly
when I suggested that our president is destructive to women.
Outside, another pack of men
stood near the doorframe of a headstone warehouse
and when one of them asked,
“Can I own your body for an hour?”
I wondered out loud about overtime.
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