Before Coffee
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
There is nothing romantic
about The Sexual Power Play.
I am under His Control
and Eye don’t like it.
Eye am an egg
sitting here
and He is the forceful sperm.
I have no choice but to wait
for Him
and Eye don’t like it.
Who has put Me
in this vulnerable position?
God?
Not a fan of the poet’s voice in this one –
Me neither.