To Tell To Spell
for T.L.C.

you’ve been examined
female doctor,
your body upon a cold slab,
like a slab of meat

who is human and alive though,
able to remember later

ten years later,
able to write a poem of it, of this

unresolved event,
intercourse at fifteen
first time, not the last time

became a woman then,
was a woman since

sins you commit, book of your own,
in heaven, to enter them in

enter the dragon in us all,
when the door to life is swung open

it swings forth and back
like double doors to a saloon,
in a Western


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
1:39 a.m. 17.12.07