the fences march away from me
uneven rows of Xs
with horizontal poles resting in their joinings.
(The sad thing about cows
is that these chest-high Xs
are enough to keep them in.)
There are fences between our bodies, too.
A “no” should be a mile-high,
But the first rape throws it to the ground
I cannot build a fence
to keep them out.
Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com