by Jeph Johnson
In one part of
"The Vagina Monologues"
Eve Ensler
recites
over & over
the slang word for
"vagina"
in hopes of
"reclaiming"
something
I never took
-
Her audience
(at first utterance)
gasps
while plunging into
cold-water shock
-
Then after
sickened saturation
she repeats the word
another twenty-some times
while the audience
is pulled from the pond
-
Her string of
one-syllable
synonyms
continue
while the audience is
wrung-out &
hung to dry
on a clothesline
-
The wind whistles
through the audience
and a word I was saving
to use in one of my
very special poems
becomes less potent
-
Now
how am I
to write
in this mess?
-
Quick,
hand me that rag...