Electra Strikes

Electra Strikes

Electra Strikes

A Poem by Pegi Deitz Shea

Daughter, four,

follows me

into bathroom

as usual. Privacy

a fallacy.

She unrolls a yard

of toilet paper.



Here, Mommy,

to wipe your penis.

Honey, remember:

boys have penises;

girls have vaginas.

Oh, yeah. Well,

my vagina is prettier

than your vagina.

It is? How come?

Yours has hair.

Huh. You will grow hair

too in about eight years.

Oh. Well, my hair

will be prettier than yours.    



Just like that,

she slays me again.




Dancing On The Boardwalk

Dancing On The Boardwalk