I once knew a girl
whose mother would slap her wrist
if she spoke at the dinner table.
Now the “damns” and “fucks”
fall through her teeth
and she doesn’t reel them back in –
here they are,
arriving with a bang on your doorstep
and you invite them in for dinner
because she has earned her right
to profanity and cheap language.
She doesn’t tell me she misses me
she tells me she fucking misses me
and all the while
a boy takes her to an auditorium
and tells her to scream as loud as she can
and she does
and it is so raw
the whole world leaps to its feet
and I applaud her from
a mile away.
You spoke, and the world jumped –
and the world