Poem

Reclaiming Guinevere, Part 2

I don't want to say

bitches gonna be bitches

but I haven't felt free

since I met her.

I sleep okay now

it's been too many years

to toss in the sea

of unyielding faces

razing my entire being

at some point

I needed to answer

to my own name.

Lori.

My name is Lori

not bitch, not cunt

not problem child

unloved and unneeded

not that employee

she fired with glee

I'm not enough

to even be evil

and neither was she.

She was just that bitch

in my life,

the one who winked

when I was on fire

to assure me water was coming

while she threw

matches to the ground.

I've almost forgotten

her name

but not quite yet.

She wears different faces

in other places but she's

always the same.

Bitches gonna be bitches

I remind myself

as I salt the earth

and whisper her heart

into the clouds.