by Tamara J. Madison
for all the misbehaved women who have yet to make history…
 (Response to poet Amanda Johnston’s “Even Now”) 
How you just air all our dirty 
laundry like that, sis? 
The granny panties with the bleached moon stains, 
the big gurl draw’s with frayed elastic bands, 
even the silky G-strings and 
crotchless leopard print with lace 
beneath blushing sun ablaze, 
the worn titty holders, 
the weakened bosom brace its 
thinning cups translucent— 
all our frolicking exposed 
along one long hussy line. 
How you just put all our business 
on the street for passersby to preen? But 
then again, hussy is as hussy does: 
brazen, grinning, dangling 
her charms on a velvet rope 
waiting to tie him up, 
wash him clean with her sins 
again.
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