Member Poem

I also
Eat men for breakfast
Wash them down with 
A cup of strong, black coffee
Lean back in my chair and
Call the girls for a bitch and a gab
Digesting with friends is the most
Womanly behavior we can manage
Attached at the hip, running to the toilet
To apply lip gloss, give a tampon, cut a line
        Eggs and menace dance in our stomachs
Fed by their fathers intestines and innocence
Wishing my mother ate mine after conception
So he’d stop mansplaining me my dissertation
And asking why I didn’t mop the floor or pointing
Out the typos in my poetry when they’re actually artistic
Choices and his tiny, literal brain only comprehends
New York Times articles written by men. Their large penises
Typing well-educated fantasies void of meaning or object

        When we could polish them off
        for an afternoon snack.