80spoems/mortal

Last night’s case of heaven just turned into a mortal man:

While you slept I read a book on the acquisition of practicality, specifically an essay on women as practical creatures, who learned to survive by seducing the oppressor. It was, overall, a rather distressing world view, but one line made it, and the argument we would have in the morning, which, perhaps, could have been avoided had I left the book open on your pillow (a more expedient path than our feud over time and needs, drives and schedules) – one line made it all worthwhile. It was a summation of the evolution of woman’s relationship to man: “Give me my rights and come to know . . .” – come to know, I did so like that as opposed to understand – “Give me my rights and come to know that you have your duties.”

1984??