Wait

women are used to

marking time, to playing 

the long game

so don’t expect that 

you’ll be able to 

wait me out

like the badger in her

den, like the fox 

in her hole

it is frowned upon

when we susceptible

and delicate creatures 

reach first, when we 

make decisions,

when we’re the ones

wearing pants, but 

all my life is 

reaching

decision-making 

pants-wearing 

I’m at home 

carrying a child

or a sword, I push 

the crowd forward 

against the barricade

I go all in, again 

I hold you accountable